Our sweet little premie is having some trouble. And the doctor has prescribed a lovely medicine called FLEET. I am sure you all know exactly what type of medicine this is. Of course, not something you can just have the kid swallow and BAM a cure! It's parent administered. I am alone today, so this is NOT an adventure I am willing to take on myself. What an exciting Saturday night we have ahead of us! I mean, how much more romantic can you get than a nosy toddler, a cranky baby, and a capsule called FLEET! I foresee the following happening:
Hayden prying his way between Tyson and I as we argue over who is going to draw the short straw. Then, Hayden asking a hundred questions and commentating the whole thing. "Whatcha doing? Are you giving him medicine? Huntee, it's okay. Mommy, I can try. Daddy, is he sad? What's that? What are you doing with that? I need medicine, too." I would guess that will only last until he realizes what we are doing. Then, we spend the next hour waiting for the bomb to go off!
Let's pray that while I am out this afternoon, Hunter resolves this issue on his own. Then, perhaps the romantic Saturday evening will take a different turn and my wonderful husband will happily change diapers while I sit back and relax! Here's hoping!!
Girlfriend we have WAY 2 much in common! Michael's having the same problem as Hunter, and I have a pretty much hands off hubby when in comes ti diapers and anything poop related. I hope when I read tomorrow there's been progress with both of ur guys!!!
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