It’s been a long slog here of late. D had strep 3 times, for all of March, back to back (one while we were in Phoenix), then immediately on the tails of this came his 6-year molars, erupting with a force hitherto unknown in our already teething-challenged existence (the doctor was so alarmed by D’s state on Wednesday that he sent him for a chest x-ray and blood work! Strep? No. Pneumonia? No. Weird virus? No. Teeth! )
It’s not easy to take antibiotics for nearly 30 days in a row; the body revolts. We discovered this in a dramatic way when we made the mistake of dosing him (during the 2nd course) on an empty stomach, and after an evening of running around at a dinner party, at which hardly any food was consumed by Master D. Thus the term vominating was coined, by D himself. While I got to work on clean up duty, I thought it might do D some good to take some cool fresh night air; as Jeff carried him downstairs, me trailing behind to fetch my supplies, D uttered, with a sigh of contemplation usually reserved for adults,
Well, this is what parents are for.
Parents, and Grandparents, are also for….
late-night medicine runs | urgent care transportation | empowering you to tie your own shoes | volunteering at your school | coaching tball | introducing you to new foods | showing you that you will not always be young | teaching you to use chopsticks | keeping you comfy when you are feverish | reading to you | taking you shopping for athletic gear | sewing you a personalized wool police costume | showing you the desert | loving every minute