Momma, my hot.

You know your kid is sick when he runs to you and voluntarily allows you to feel his forehead. You know he is sick when you offer him his favorite cookies and he says *gasp* NO. You also know he's sick when you say, "let's go to the doctor, buddy" and he runs to get his shoes and stands by the car in the garage.

This past weekend was no fun for Ronan. He woke up on Sunday morning, on fire. His temp, 102. Stubborn little man, he refused any medication. We could do nothing to bring that fever down, but let him rest. All night, he was burning up...so first thing Monday morning, we were able to get an appointment to see our pediatrician.

STREP THROAT. Okay, so now that we have diagnosis, what do we do about it. The thoughts of giving him meds ran through my head...could we strap him down? could we just give him one injection? Our doctor offered an antibiotic we could give him just once a day. Sounds great. Wish me luck.

We get it filled, drive home and there I stood in the kitchen, staring at the bottle. I called Ronan in to ask him if he'd take it. "No, momma, my not take medicine." Crap. So then, my patience began to wear thin. He needed this to feel better. Be strong, woman, be strong. You are the boss here. You are bigger and stronger. Do it and get it over with. So then, in my Wonder Woman trance, I grabbed Ronan, held him like a baby and proceeded to shove the syringe of this pink stuff into his mouth. With tears in his eyes, he screamed and angrily spit it all back out. There went the first dose.

But then my mommy brain kicked in and I did what anyone else would do. I threatened him. I threatened to throw away his beloved scooter (coota) if he didn't take his meds. He knew I was serious, as I have thrown away many toys before...so, he cried. He walked into the kitchen and sat down next to his 'coota' and held onto it with one hand. I pulled out the syringe and slowy gave him the pink goodness and he wimpered, but strongly clenching his favorite toy. Four milliliters later, the syringe was empty. Victory was mine!

We've done great for the past 3 days with that. I still must threaten to throw the scooter away, but it gets the job done. Am I proud of myself for having to resort to threats? Of course. Just part of learning how to cope and reason with a two-year-old.

Update: He's on his last day of meds today and is feeling a whole lot better...thank goodness, because we've got lots happening this upcoming weekend! Will update soon!