If you are old like me, you remember that song (just click on the link above if you want a trip down memory lane).
Today I wished that the healthy one, S, had a Mic-Key button. This is an enteral feeding 
device that is basically a piece of tubing that you put into the stomach so that you can put food/medicine directly into the stomach.
F gets all her medicine through hers.
Yesterday S had minor surgery to repair her thumb – the top came off, nail and all, in an accident at school. She has lost the nail and hopefully it will grow back. In about 6 months. I wrote about it here
Her bravery carried her through the poking and prodding of the doctors, the gas to sedate, the local anaesthetic. It lasted until she came home and we tried to take her coat off.
All the fear, terror, and pain came together to overwhelm her.
THEN we tried to give her antibiotics. She is in very deal danger of developing an infection in the blood but of course she doesn’t understand that. She’s little.
And it tastes yucky. She’s scared of it. Transference perhaps? But actually who cares. I need to get the medicine in her.
And in her own words:
Can I have a Mickey like F has?
That would make both of our lives so much easier right now. How do you guys get your kids to take their medicine?
You’d think we’d be masters at this: we do give F medicine every hour that she is a awake (and through the night too). But we have never had to make her drink it. She has a Mickey button so we always use that.
Now the healthy one needs to have medicine and she’s fighting. And it’s tough.
So today I wished she had a Mickey too.
p.s. chocolate is not a great motivator for this little sugar addict – I mean seriously chocolate, how could you let me down like this? Lollipop, you’re up next.
amber rahim 