Since the girls were babies, we've tried not to be too casual about giving them Ibuprofen or Tylenol, saving it for high fevers and obviously intense teething pain that wasn't soothable with ice or baby chew toys. Nevertheless, the girls have come to believe that "mecinin," as they call it, is some kind of panacea* that can cure whatever ails them -- a stubbed toe, a sibling dispute, their displeasure at having to go to bed. "I need mecinin!" they'll wail. Shout. Scream. Like little junkies.
And what can we do? It's not like we're going to give them drugs that they don't need. I try to explain that medicine is only for when they're very sick, or have a fever. (Isn't that what you're supposed to do? Explain things to your toddler very calmly and rationally? Because, you know, they're so open to calm and rational reasoing?) But they're smart enough now to start claiming symptoms they may or may not actually have. Their mouth hurts. They have a boo-boo. They're "a little warm." (My favorite.) It's even trickier when one twin actually does need medicine for something. Because the other one, naturally, wants some, too. Why, when they get equal treatment in pretty much everything, should this be suddenly different? Hell, I'd be confused, too.
Sometimes I can pacify them with "Medicine water" as I call it -- tap water served up in a dosing cup. That works surprisingly well. I've also considered getting some corn syrup and putting a little red food coloring in it so everyone can have their "medicine." But my instincts tell me that's not the best way to go. We want them -- eventually, somehow -- to understand that medicine is for very specific purposes. So giving them fake medicine would probably be counterproductive. By that logic, the medicine water thing may not be the best idea either, but because they see me put water into the cup right from the tap -- I mean, they KNOW it's not medicine -- it somehow doesn't seem as bad.
If we can get past the pleas for medicine, the non-medicinal techniques -- kisses, back rubs, hugs etc. -- are usually quite effective. Actually, I found myself digging way way back into my aresenal of old baby soothing techniques last night to calm a freaking-out Elsa. She didn't take much of a nap, had big red swaths of heat rash on her back and neck, and may have been constipated to boot, so she was an absolute wreck at bedtime. Nothing could soothe her or get her to calm down. She screamed for "mecinin" with violent fury, and even the magic medicine water -- though she consented to take it instead of the real thing -- didn't do the trick. Finally, I ended up holding her and rocking her in the glider. And when that wasn't working, I started rhythmically "shh, shh, shh"ing in her ear -- like I used to do when she was a little baby. And wouldn't you know? It worked. Maybe next time one of them is totally wigging out, I'll try swaddling them. Heh. (What were those five S's again? Swaddle, shush, suck, sway and....sashay?)
Well, we're off to the Cape for the weekend, where I hope the five S's will be sun, sand, sea, sleep and Sauvignon Blanc. Cheers!
* I threw that in there just for you, Lena.
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