Trip to the dentist

Eva and I made it to the dentist this morning. Although for a brief moment I didn't think it would happen. I forgot, until 7:09 when I woke from my dream, that she had an appointment at 8am. No big deal, it's right down the road. Oh wait...traffic?! I haven't driven at that time of morning in so long and I didn't plan correctly. But we made it, much to Eva's dissapointment. Oh, and yea for us, her diarrhea is back. I changed her diaper 4 times btwn 7:15 and 8. Poor girl. Eva's dentist is great. Dr. Paul. He has two toddlers so I feel like he can really relate to my life. His exam area is a large, very open area with only small dividers btwn chairs. The two largest walls are painted top to bottom with an animal mural. And they have oversized stuffed animals in the corner. It's perfect. Until the exam has to start anyway. Just like last time, he only did a "lap exam". Eva lays on both the Dr's and my lap - not in the big scary chair. Even though she still only has 6 teeth he says everything is good. I was hoping he'd tell me her molars were just about to break through. Then I could blame the diarrhea on that. But no. In another few months or so - but nothing just yet. So he brushed, flossed and applied a floride treatment on her 6 little teeth while she screamed at the top of her lungs. I'm pretty sure she got her feelings across. :) Then she gets to pick out a prize and Dr. Paul says she can have two. A squirty fish and a Hello Kitty sticker. Everyone keeps telling me it'll get easier and easier the more she comes. I sure hope they're right?! I guess we'll see...I made another appointment for 6 months down the road - just not at 8am!