Every Mom’s Dream
March 28, 2008
My youngest, age 2.5, recently had some sort of stomach virus. He is very small for his age, so after the vomiting didn’t pass after a day, I decided to bite the bullet and take him to the doctor, where I obtained a perscription for phenergan (sp?) supposotories.
I have had one experience trying to give the oldest supposotories (aka: butt bullets) when he was about the same age, and it wasn’t good. Needless to say, I was dreading giving the youngest his “medicine” like one dreads a root canal.
“I have to give you your medicine” I told him.
“Otay” he said, and held out his hand, eyes glued to the television where The Wiggles were doing their thing.
“This is a different kind, I have to put it up your butt.” I explained.
“Otay” he said. Then, to my shock and amazement, he dropped his drawers and rolled over onto his tummy, where he took his medicine like a pro, uttering only one little “ouch”.