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make the medicine go down

**editor's note: the punchline will most likely be best understood by girls. And of those girls...the ones who've been there done that**




Med Time is becoming increasingly traumatic.




I'm not sure exactly when it changed (again...we've had bad med routines before) in the past months. Maybe it's the Topomax lifting some of the seizure fog? Revealing Opinionated Trevy. Who is great fun. 'Cept at Med Time.




Which is NOT fun. Ever.




In fact, lately as soon he gets wind of in-coming meds - loud protesting and running away ensues. I've been meaning to take a video clip. Hard to manage, though. When it takes one parent to force feed. The other to play straight jacket the toddler. Hard to manage indeed. But possibly great You-Tube fodder!?





Anyway...





This morning Trevy figures out how to just hold the spoonful of AED cocktail in his mouth. Without swallowing. And slowly drooling maple syrup dotted with Topomax sprinkles out the corners of his mouth.





But I'm a mommy. I've got sleeves. With tricks up them!




So I stroke in a downward motion under his little (parent held) frozen chin. Which instantly induces the swallow reflex. And totally impresses Jonathan who says,





"wow...nice"





To which I wink and respond...





"It's amazing the things a lactation consultant can teach you!"

Comments

Dawson said…
Sooooo feelin ya on this one.. Dawson has decided that he now hates Keppra. Topamax and Lamictal mixed in cool whip, with Keppra, makes its own litle gooey mess.

My trick has always been to blow in his face really hard.. Sounds weird, but it too operates the swallow reflex.
blogzilly said…
We haven't faced that problem yet. He struggles with getting it in sometimes, but he doesn't spit it out yet or anything.
Mama Skates said…
~lol~ super mom, i tell ya! ;0)
Anonymous said…
Love those little marriage-parenting-moments.

I'm thinking we also used the syringe to squirt meds - between cheek and back teeth - so as not choke. If you are holding him down anyway...just saying. Same chin hold. Barbara
Adesta said…
Although none of my kids need meds that are crucial to their survival/development, I'm lucky that all my girls actually like the tastes of the different meds that they have had to take over the years. Wait, let me take that back. Kym was diagnosed with a slight case of, now I can't remember the technical name for it, but a yeast infection in her mouth. And boy oh boy, she DID NOT like that med at all!! I had to give her that and then immediately follow it with her Tri-Vi-Sol (infant vitamins). Now give her some cherry flavored tylenol and she resembles a baby bird waiting for their meal!!! :D
Holli said…
Gotta hate that. We've never really had an issue giving meds...knock on wood!

But, I think a lot has to do with Austin's delays, you know? He's rarely opinionated in that area..used to be, but not now. He just goes with the flow. He actually loved his Depakote and would reach for it if he saw it, spit out his paci, and shake his arms in excitement for it...never got that.

I'm sure you already know this, but the experts say that applesauce, chocolate syrup, and white grape juice disguises the taste of most meds. I noticed a big difference in mixing with applesauce as opposed to other fruit purees.

Good luck...I know that has to be a nightmare.
Colby said…
Danielle...I hate that giving the meds is so hard for Trevy...With Colby being so much older when the sz. began, he has always taken pills...No liquids ever...He will just swallow them right down in applesauce or yogurt...I do split them if they are large....

Do you think, IF the Rx comes in pill form, that he might swallow in food? Just a thought....

Hope that gets better....Cyndi
Mrs. M said…
lol....Oh I totally get it!! In so many ways. Yay for the lasting lessons from an LC!
We deal with this too...which is why our Bup still gets a bottle twice a day...a bottle filled with milk or heavy juice and his meds otherwise he does the drool thing too.

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