I remember it well. I was a brand new shiny mommy mess. The thought of landing the dreaded Shaken Baby Syndrome may have finally pushed me to the syringe. Or it could have been the knees buckling at 4am resulting in a nose-dive interception with the change table. The fear I fought at the idea of putting anything foreign into my stressed and sweaty infant was intense – And medicine? I was no Doctor!
These days, as I am happily inserting the beautiful medicine into the mouths of my children, I too am being healed. If you’re a new mommy reading this, at ease ladies. You too will head to Shoppers Drug Mart just a moment before midnight. Although I am sincerely pulling for you to NEVER have to.
My youngest is almost 18 months and I can fully admit that I’ve graduated to using medication as a preventative tool. If they’re badly teething and it’s bedtime, well then ‘here you go darlin’. ‘Hope to see you in the morning and not a moment sooner…’ Funny story (or not), but ‘Tempra’ just may have been one of Gia’s first words. Sometimes… cough, cough, if I have a function and my child is a bit off … Enough said maybe? This is Mother Truth not Bad Mother.
A new reader gave me the idea for this post and I thought it was fantastic. Like most of my posts, it is meant for us to feel good about our choices although they are all too often hesitated. The decision to turn to medicine is made only after having tried desperately to help the child that our sincere embrace or numerous diversions may have failed. Our mothering arms are the most comforting and familiar place for our kids and when we cannot seem to conquer the fight, we have drugs. Good ones. Provided of course that calcium intake is significantly higher than liquid love, I think we’re good.
We are Doctors … Dr. Moms.