**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!?
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,
To which I wink and respond...
"It's amazing the things a lactation consultant can teach you!"