So Toddlerness has been sick for a week and a day now. Fuck. I've resorted to something I've never done before - cycling motrin and tylenol.
If I don't get the max dose of ibuprofen at the minimum interval, I turn into a basket case. In fact, I tried the "regular" dose this morning and am sitting here feeling like a living, maybe-kind-of-breathing, pile of SHIT. Did you know that case says "do not exceed 6 tablets in 24 hours unless directed by a physician"? Well, damn, if I take the max dose at the minimum interval, that's 12 tablets a day. I'm more irked at the labelling than anything, though. The idea isn't so much that it is dangerous to take that much, as that you should go see the all-powerful doctor because obviously, you're too stupid for words and need his input.
Anyway, Toddlerness is dehydrated. She's not peeing but once, maybe twice a day. And she's complaining of "stuck poopies." But I can't get her to drink anything! She'll nurse, but my supply is downright pathetic right now. I'm drinking all the water I can handle, but I'm feeling pretty gross and it sloshes around unpleasantly when I drink it, so that isn't a whole lot. I might have to run out to the store and do the unthinkable - buy her some soda. I think she'd drink THAT.
Life Kind of Happened. Again.
3 weeks ago