1. I have to call it “N” because I do not know how many I will get through before we are interrupted.
2. Seven-year-old girls who tend to be a bit stubborn anyway discover a new power when some of their medication must be given orally. It turns out that you can lead a horse to narcotics, but you cannot make him swallow them. Today we had a spitting-the-pain-meds-back-in-our-faces incident. And then it was six hours before she could try them again, because we had no way to know how much was swallowed.
3. Bribery works for a while, but it has a limited shelf life. Eventually the price of compliance rises enough that there aren’t any more stickers and Barbies left in the children’s bribe room that will adequately compensate for having to swallow nasty-tasting medicine.
4. Fortunately, in the case of pain meds, the natural consequences method of discipline is on our side.
5. At the end of four days of earnestly discussing my daughter’s case and advocating for her comfort to every person who walks into the room, my people skills are absolutely spent. Even though the people here are kind and encouraging and compassionate and positive, I can’t stand being around any people any more. I want to be able to communicate to everyone via text message.
6. I am also starting to suffer from Good Parent Impostor Syndrome.
7. When a hospital side table and a hospital-bed-lowering motor come into conflict, the hospital-bed-lowering motor wins. Fortunately they had a spare table in another room.
8. Grandma is the best medicine:
9. It has been a long time since I had a vending-machine burrito and a bag of chips for my dinner at 9:30 p.m.
That kind of dinner wasn’t as good as I remembered.
10. On a later day I remembered to eat breakfast at home, pack a lunch of homemade soup and wheat bread and apples, and get hummus and yogurt from the cafeteria before it closed. That day was better. Self care is still pretty important. I am kind of glad I am pregnant, otherwise I would probably not be bothering.
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