I have been dreading this day for months. I am lucky that Michael was off to help me endure taking our baby girl to get her cavity in her tooth filled. We arrived at 10:00 a.m. promptly and checked in; however, our appointment was not recorded on the schedule. I asked if I could just speak to a dentist for five minutes regarding my options because I was not interested in sedation as recommended. They ended up squeezing us in and using nothing but laughing gas to correct the issue. I freaked out the entire time they had her in the room; any time I heard another child cry or yell out I freaked out. The secretary was kind enough to go and look in the room and tell me what was going on when I freaked. After my and Micheal's 30 minutes of agony waiting for Gabby we walked into the room to a smiley baby girl who pushed out of the way to continue watching "Tangled." She never mentioned the dentist after the visit. When we tried to ask her questions about it she would answer them, but she really and truly seemed unaffected by the visit. I on the other hand was traumatized!
The rest of the day Gabby was her chipper self. We went to Chick-Fil-A after, as promised, played in the toy store for an hour, came home washed her new FREE jeep (thanks to Aunt Kasey), attempted to drive it but couldn't keep it straight, had a tea party, packed, and went for a swim. Gabby's day was filled with fun and she never missed a beat. I am proud to say the dentist did a great job and Gabby's only comment was that her tooth feels "poky."
Just because it's funny: We we went to check out at the toy store I let Gabby pay for her own art and she said, "your majesty" to the man who took the money and she curtsied. She also required Daddy to bow. It was quite hilarious. The clerk didn't even blink an eye at our royal daughter.
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