As I was participating in a high visibility teleconference yesterday an email notice popped up. My mom had sent me a note letting me know that Michael's ears hurt. Ah, the classic ear infection cold. That's up there with the bronchitis cold and only one level below the progresses to pneumonia cold. It's certainly a doctor visit cold and possibly antibiotics cold.
After I got off my call, I called the pediatrician's office and scheduled with the only doctor that was open. I rushed to my mom's and picked up Michael. When I got there I discovered she had managed to get Michael to take some Motrin. It broke his fever and gave him just enough energy to want to play in the snow. However, it did not make him feel well enough to be cooperative. Getting Michael into the car was not pretty.
For all that he fought getting into the car, he was an angel once we got to the doctor. The doctor was on time, which is amazing for a last minute sick visit at this time of year. I also really liked her manner with Michael. He was very cooperative with her, and she quickly diagnosed a double ear infection and prescribed antibiotics.
Have I mentioned how hard it is to get Michael to take medicine? If not, it's a horrible experience. The last time he was on antibiotics, I ended up in tears on my neighbor's doorstep begging her to help me give them to Michael. (She's a nurse.) When the pediatrician said Michael needed 2 doses a day for 10 days I cringed inside and started worrying about how bad it was going to be.
So, I asked Michael if he would take the medication.
The doctor jumped on what I said in an instant. "You never ask a 3 year old if they will do anything, you tell them what they are going to do."
The first thought through my mind was: I'll speak to my child any damn way I want to lady!
The second thought was: Oh my God, she's right. I'm such a bad parent. I need to be more forceful. It's all my fault.
The third thought was: Wait a minute. She's one of those happy, cheery "you can do it" kind of people. In fact, I bet she's the kind of person who will actually do something she's told to do. I really wish I could let her spend a few days with Michael. Then she would get it.
I didn't actually respond to what she said. I'm sure for most kids, she's right. But, go back up and read my first response. My immediate reaction is to reject what she said. I'm an adult, and I've had years to temper my contrary nature. My initial reaction may be contrary, but I'm able to moderate that with rational thinking.
Michael, he doesn't have any ability to temper his contrary nature yet. I do plan on helping him learn how to do that as he grows up, but expecting him to do that now is unrealistic. I'm going to continue dealing with him the way I have been, and if the pediatrician doesn't like it, she can blow it out her ear.
I was very relieved last night when Michael actually took his first dose of medicine. I gave him the choice of "slurp or squirt" and that seemed to do the job. (Slurp was drinking from the spoon and squirt was getting it from the dropper). He slurped it all down with a smile.
Unfortunately, not long after getting Michael to bed, I discovered that not only does Michael have a ear infection cold, he also has a gag until he vomits cold. So much for the medicine. I hope some of it got absorbed.
Michael was pretty agreeable about taking his dose this morning. Two down, only 18 to go. Wish me luck.