I wake up. I hear Beckett stirring next to me and pray for five more minutes of sleep. I realize that’s not going to happen so I climb out of bed and use the bathroom. I hear him start to fuss. “Hurry up, Kim” I say to myself. I grab a syringe and quietly head downstairs to the fridge trying not to disturb the girls. Opening the fridge, I pull out the medicine bottle, double check the directions and fill up the syringe. 1.25 mL.
Carrying the medicine, I head back upstairs. I pull a baby wipe out from its container and split it in half. I put the syringe on half of the wipe on our bed.”Morning bubba!” I then pull a smiling Beckett out of his bed and change his diaper, carefully inspecting the color of his poop. Phew. It’s a dark enough color. I put the new diaper on. Time to measure his belly. I grab the measuring tape and put it under his back. “Please, please let it be the same.” I wrap it around his belly and bring it together right by his belly button. 42 cm. Perfect.
Then I move him to the middle of our bed and go into our bathroom to get the rest of his medicine. 2.5 mL of his pink antibiotic. I grab the dreaded vitamin. I open it up and immediately the smell hits me. Why? Why does it smell so bad? Scrunching my nose, I take the two medicines back into our room and lay them next to the refrigerated one.
I pull Beckett to the edge of the bed. He smiles at me blissfully unaware of what he’s about to go through. “Hey bud, you ready?” I grab the nasty orange vitamin. I pinch his cheeks and put the syringe in the pocket of his cheek. He starts to swallow and lick the syringe. I put more in his mouth pinching his cheeks so he can’t push it out with his tongue. Orange starts to drip down his cheek and I panic, grabbing the other half of the wipe before it stains his clothes or our bed. One down. Two more to go. I reach for the pink medicine. Oh how he hates the pink one. Still smiling and talking to him, I put it in his cheek. He gulps. And gasps. I hear the air bubbles go into his belly. He coughs. I sit him up and help him burp. “You ok?” He smiles. I lay him back down and we keep going. “Good job!!” We finally finish. I reach for the last medicine. He does great. I wipe his mouth and pick him up. He burps and I wipe the orangish pinkish spit from his lips. “All done Becks!” I kiss his sweet cheeks and start getting him ready for the day.
12 hours til we do it all again…..
Written by: Kimber