Toddlers and medicine do not go together. This is almost universal truth. Any parent who has had to feed his toddler medicine will agree. It's torture. Torture to both the giver and the recipient.
Our past experience on feeding little dude his medicine was horrible. He was still a baby then. One person had to carry him and hold both his hands down to prevent him from swiping at the medicine syringe. Another person had to forcefully open his mouth by using one hand to cup around his chin and pinch his cheeks, and the other hand to push the medicine in the syringe into it. And while this was happening he would put up a fierce fight, like a little piglet in an abattoir, legs kicking, squealing in high-pitch, tears flowing down his face.
It was horrible.
So when the husband and I had to feed little dude medicine recently, we were not looking forward to it.
"How are we going to do it?" He asked.
As I fingered the medicine bottles thoughtfully, a haggard little dude came toddling into the kitchen.
Then I decided to try my luck. In my most exciting I'm-gonna-give-you-a-snack-tone, I dangled the bottle of medicine in front of little dude.
"Doooo yooou waaaant soooome gummy juice??" I said in a singsong tone, beaming.
He loves snacks. He loves to eat. He loves the way I feed him snacks. So his little mouth bursts into a wide smile and both his hands go up into the air!
I poured the medicine into the spoon and fed him. Somehow, he drank it with relish.
"Naise!!!" He praised. And his haggard face became like this:
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I still couldn't believe what I did. And he took the whole course of medicine without a fuss.
Sweet.
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