As mentioned in the previous post, Christopher's repeated dips in the pool and bayou gave him a nasty case of swimmer's ear with a helping of ear infection. Doctor prescribed "the pink stuff" and, ear drops. Seems simple enough...right?
Pink stuff, as long as it's followed by water, has always been an easy sell. Sunday, when we get back from the doctor, we pour out the 10 ml and away we go. Next, it's a trip over to the couch, Christopher lies down, give him the drops, and it's like we put sulfuric acid in his ears. He's screaming, he's crying, he' swears up and down that he'll never get them again.
Sunday night arrives, it's eardrop time. And Christopher is adamant in his stance, no way. Dad loses his temper, Christopher holds his ground, and after an extended period of Mom-led negotiations, we hold off in the hope that the pink stuff is working on the infection and will make the next dosage of the ear drops easier.
Monday night, Christopher is still facing the firing squad with denial. So, Dad holds him down, Mom squirts the ear drops in. I'm 99% certain that they didn't hurt this time, but, you must have been able to hear Christopher screaming 2 blocks away. He was scratching and pinching me, he was pulling out every phrase he could think of (thankfully, he hasn't advanced to the fine art of swearing yet) and promised that there was NO way that he'd be getting them Tuesday.
Tuesday night, offer Christopher the choice of lying down calmly or going through the wrestling match again. Repeated procrastination on Christopher's part ended up with Dad putting yet another chicken-wing type hold on Christopher and Mom applying the drops.
We've decided that we'll have Kevin tape Wednesday's dosing....at least we'll have video footage that we were on the up and up as child services comes to investigate all the noise........
