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J’s follow-up Dr. visit
Posted February 20th, 2007 by Mom |
I took J to the doctor this afternoon. Now he has an ear infection to add to his discomfort. Therefore, the doctor added an antibiotic to J’s growing list of medications… Also, he put J on a daily maintenance asthma medication. (This is how I learned tonight that J doesn’t like chewable medicine.)
Imagine trying to get a 2 year old to ingest tablet medicine… 1st attempt: gave it to J and told him it was medicine and to chew it up. He looks carefully at it and puts it in his mouth. SPIT! tablet flies a foot away onto the tile floor. 2nd attempt: I pick up the tablet and tell him that it is like grownup medicine (I regretted the words as they came out of my mouth - don’t email me. I won’t say it again!) J replied, “I don wike it.” I mention the basket of candy on top of the refrigerator which has the boy’s valentine candy from school in it and get J to put the table in his mouth. Out it comes again. This time after 1 chew. Tablet is now slimy, grainy and in 3 pieces. 3rd attempt: I mix the pieces in a measurer with cherry tylanol since I thought the tylanol would help his ear quit hurting as much. 3rd times a charm. Fortunately getting to pick a piece of candy out of the basket on top of the refrigerator in exchange of him taking his medicine was the golden ticket.
Poor fella is still taking his breathing treatments every 6 hours. This evening all J wanted to do was cuddle on the couch with either me or Daddy B. When I put him in bed, I laid down with him and rubbed his head and back a while. After not too long, J moved my hand and said that he was too sick for me to rub him. He just wanted to lay on my arm.
This morning, J was feeling a little better, but wore down as the day passed. Before Daddy B left for work, I overheard him telling J, “Don’t do that. That’s the cat’s water bowl!” I came into the kitchen to see B turning away from J. (B was either trying not to laugh or trying not to vomit.) J had acquired a drinking straw and was blowing bubbles in Tara’s water. Maybe J has learned not to blow bubbles in his own water, but hasn’t lost the desire to ripple some water anywhere.