Dorothy's been waking up around 10pm most nights lately, and being pretty fussy. We can get her to calm down if we hold her for a while, but she won't go back to the crib. We've been giving her Baby Tylenol or Baby Motrin to help with teething pain (if that's what it is), and she seems to fall asleep shortly afterwards.
Just now we were doing it again. I had a kleenex available, to wipe off any Tylenol that she spit out onto her lips. I had her pacifier in one hand, and the medicine dropper in the other. The bottle of Tylenol was over on the nightstand, to keep from getting knocked over (that stuff stains cloth pretty nastily). After I gave her the dose of Liquid Happiness, I suddenly was one hand short of the three I needed: one for the dropper, one for the kleenex, and one for the pacifier. After fumbling for a second, I stuck the medicine dropper in my mouth. YUCK! Not only did it taste like medicine, but I think one of us had shed a hair or two onto the dropper.
These are the kinds of battlegrounds we find ourselves in these days. Overall, I probably can't complain. :-)
Posted by Tom Nugent at October 25, 2004 10:27 PM