I love restraining my screaming toddler so he takes his medicine.
I love the way he moves his feet because my thigh has his legs pinned down, and it’s all he can do to protest.
I love the way he screams and shakes his head “no” again and again and again.
I love the way he says “all done! all done! ALL DONE! when he manages to wiggle out of my arms, which have pinned his body to my chest.
I love putting the mask back on despite his insistence that he is “All done!” and then holding his head in place tight against my chest so he can’t move it.
I love the sadness in his watery eyes and anger in his little furrowed brow.
SAID NO ONE EVER.
Eli is coughing again after a few weeks off.
We have hit a new phase called: Terrible 2s, treatment resistance!
What I’m trying to say is: “Rough session with the meds this a.m.”
(understatement of year)
Then Eli threw a Lego truck at my head