Poor pink-eyed Christopher. I hope his doctor's appt. isn't traumatic. Can't really blame him for his reticence, though.
If my prior experience has any bearing in this instance, the appointment isn't going to be nearly as bad as administering the eyedrops for days and days. The last time I can remember him having conjunctivitis was two days after my dad died. He and Julia were both sick the next day. There was a horrific snow storm. Scott stayed home and took them to the doctor's, while I went out with my mother, making all the arrangements.
The next morning--a Saturday--their eyes were all gucky when they woke. Scott had the doctor's service page the doctor, because we had the wake and funeral coming, and wanted the kids on antibiotics before that, because honestly, they looked like they had snot coming out of their eyes, and we needed people to babysit them.
The doctor ripped Scott a new one for having him paged, because conjuntivitis isn't an emergency and doesn't merit paging. Scott ripped the doctor a new one right back, and told him about the wake and funeral. Me? I just got the uncomfortable displeasure of being the next parent to have to face the doctor, and have the uncomfortable conversation needed to mend the fence they'd both trashed.
Anyhow, Chris was a few months shy of three years old, then. Julia had it then too, and wasn't quite four and a half. Putting the drops in Chris's eyes was hell. It wasn't great doing Julia's eyes either, but slightly better. With Chris? It took the two of us. And we could still put him up on the changing table, then. Hopefully he'll be more mature about it now, but I have my doubts.
With Leif, I rolled him up in a towel and then put the eye-drops in. All wrapped up like a burrito, he couldn't put up his usual fight.
He didn't put up a fight about being rolled up in a towel?
sj, it's probably tough for your mom, too. Just try to remember she does it because she loves you. Stand your ground firmly but lovingly. And remind her that you have to be free to make your own mistakes and live with them as an adult. Maybe you haven't been perfectly responsible but heavens knows not every adult is perfect. It's the learning from the mistakes that helps us BE adults.
Cindy, I've covered my eyes and am singing "lalalalalala" at the thought of giving eye drops.
With Leif, I rolled him up in a towel and then put the eye-drops in. All wrapped up like a burrito, he couldn't put up his usual fight.
This works well with cats, too.
He didn't put up a fight about being rolled up in a towel?
Getting rolled up in a towel is just good fun until someone tries to put drops in your eye.
Oops. I wasn't supposed to wake Emily.
sj, it's probably tough for your mom, too. Just try to remember she does it because she loves you. Stand your ground firmly but lovingly. And remind her that you have to be free to make your own mistakes and live with them as an adult. Maybe you haven't been perfectly responsible but heavens knows not every adult is perfect. It's the learning from the mistakes that helps us BE adults.
I know she loves me, but I cannot stand my ground with her at all. If I get angry or upset with her it is because I am depressed or PMSy and "are you still taking your ADs" is the response I get. She won't even consider that there may be something wrong on her end. I don't know what to do. I am going to go take a hot bath now and see if I can stop being pathetic whiny girl before I go see Teacup Guy tonight.
I wasn't supposed to wake Emily.
Hopefully she isn't like my Psycho!Girlfriend in college and physically assaults people when awaken.
Lily is amazing in her tiny perfection.
