Over the past several weeks, during our bout with whatever this scourge is that has been visited upon us, most of the non-nursing members of this family have taken some form of Ibuprofin (who knew there were so many?): Children's Motrin liquid suspension, Motrin Jr. chewable tablets, Advil tablets, Kirkland Ibuprofin caplets. Not to mention Infant Tylenol drops delivered at just the moment that Meghan's tummy gave out and up came all her dinner. Purple medicine, milk, and bright-orange butternut squash cascaded down her furry, pale-pink sleep sack. Which brings to mind the Extra-strength Tylenol Rapid Release Gels--two, thanks, with the coldest water you can pour.
Last night, after Meghan fell asleep, I checked on Matthew. His temperature, which had been hovering around 100F all day, was 104.5! I am not kidding when I say that the digital thermometer was blinking a warning. I woke him enough to drink some Children's Motrin and a cup of water. An hour later: 98.8, where it stayed all night. Praise God!
Last night, and tonight, and for many nights hence, when I turn to my journal to list the 5 things I am grateful for from the day, the first on the list is going to be Ibuprofin (with Tylenol thrown in for good measure, despite the butternut squash).
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