Dh did the evening rounds, but he would come out shell shocked from having to fight with N to get the meds down.
We couldn't take it anymore, housekeepers we hired to help couldn't give him his medicines anymore. So we begged my sisters to move to London to help out. They did it, but couldn't really accept it either.
Then all of a sudden he stopped needing it. His tummy one day just didn't gurgle- his back didn't arch, he didn't spit up for an entire day so we reduced his medication to 4 times a day-- kept happening and eventually we tapered down to none. (which I am very, very, very grateful for)
but do you think that the trauma of having to take medication 5 times a day, every time that had to be forced down has left my 2yr old with post traumatic stress syndrome? some of his meds we could get away with by mixing into his milk, but others we had to give on their own.
i literally get clammy and go cold all over thinking about having to give him anything with a syringe. do you guys think i should see someone? i really think i'm falling apart-- and really it's just a cold thats going around.