Tee has always been one of those rare weird kids who loves brocolli and spinach, and everything else green and leafy. She is also the strange child who drinks tomato juice, green tea and unsweetened ‘leong char’. And she LOVES medicine. Yes. While all our counterparts fight with their kids about meds, Tee gave it to us easy.
When we left the Doctors, she had 5 meds to take. 1 for her nose irritation, 1 for her cough and cold, 1 antibiotic, 1 nasal spray and 1 chewable asthma prevention pill. Her Doctor never prescribes so much usually preferring to stay off the antibiotics but since we were travelling the day after, and since the weather is expected to be brrrrr…….cold………he advised we got her fixed as early as possible because the cold was only going to weaken her again. I agreed.
For point of reference, she has a nose infection from all that gold digging. So mothers, beware. It can be more serious than you think. She was running a 38.5 degree Celsius fever last night. I had to miss my gym this morning when she still had a fever.
Out of all the meds that she has taken in her almost 3 years of existence, it has been candy pop; but today’s antibiotics made me realise I had a raging bull with a will of iron and steel for a daughter. I knew she was extremely stubborn but I didn’t know just how extremely stubborn extremely stubborn she could be.
It was 2 adults against an almost 3 year old for 90 minutes. Mind you, my husband and I come from creative professions so coming up with ideas on how to get that God damned white rat poison down her throat shouldn’t have posed a problem. The kid fought to the very end and just REFUSED to swallow it. We tried everything from the very soft approach to bribing to threatening to negotiating to explaining to blackmailing to absolute screaming. She ended up crying and then spurtling her white goo on my bedroom floor. Because for all that time, she had been running all over the place like a headless chicken, from kitchen to bedroom to bathroom to study to bathroom to living room to kitchen……….protesting our radical political control. We have a lot of fun here. Honestly.
After wasting that bit of medicine, we had to do it all over again. So this time, I calmed her down first. And talked. And talked. And talked. And talked. While she kept shaking her head that she will absolutely NOT open her mouth to be killed.
The entire ordeal lasted 90 minutes. I. Kid. You. Not.
I looked at the Hubs and he looked at me exhaustedly with the same thought of how we were going to shove another 9 doses into that thing over the next week.
ps – you noticed how I always say almost 3 year old? That’s because I can’t bring myself to think that my baby is THREE YEARS OLD next month!!!