delicate subjects

Life is slightly more calm once again. Senor Onion was still deeply unhappy in the gastro-intestinal area, despite the medicine. In fact things had become worse and I had been up part of the night with him. I was exhausted. He was exhausted, in a great deal of pain, and doing a lot of weeping. I was kind of worried because things weren't happening as they should. I spent much of the day caring for him and trying to comfort him and he sobbed a lot and kept saying, "I am so desperate. Please make it stop." I called the doctor again because damn, I will not have my baby suffer. They were able to get us in at the last minute and we saw a different doctor this time. I told my Mother that the doctor made me think of a rather confident kindergarten teacher who has her shit together. She was German, soothing, and said of the meds we had been prescribed, "Yeah, those aren't as effective." She was incredibly sympathetic and offered up two things that would do the trick. "If dis doesn't vork, then come back tomorrow morning and we vill fix it." She ruffled his hair and gave us the prescription.
Now I want to say that the guy who gave us the prescription yesterday was the same dude who gave Miss Biscuit the antibiotics that tasted of death and I had to have the drugs changed because she kept throwing up her meds.
The guy seems nice but Beardo isn't building up a track record for prescribing drugs. I like the doctor I've seen (Doctor Sexypants) and I really like this other Doctor. I shall call her Doctor Kindergarten.
I got the drugs (and there is nothing more tragic than hauling around a kid who can barely walk and is silently weeping.) and we came home. I administered said drugs (and one was not a party let me tell you. That is all I will say because there are some folk out there who haven't children yet and I think it is better for them to remain ignorant about some things in life.) and then things began to happen. Pronto. OH SWEET JESUS it was night and day. Senor Onion said, "OMG I feel so much better. I don't hurt." He was in a daze to be free of pain.
We sat and watched Shaun the Sheep, ate crumpets, and the day ended so kindly. He said he never wants to do that again. I agree. No one ever wants to do that again.

Tonight he and I will sleep well. The first night of real sleep in days. I couldn't even sleep after he went back to sleep last night as I was ramped up and anxious for him, trying to figure out what I could do for him, how I could make him better. The helplessness of parenting is the lowest parts at times.

As for Cinderella, she had a pretty good day. She did a lot of dress up at school. Her hair was up in a cute pony-tail when I picked her up. The static was high in the air and it was making her hair go bananas and that drives her crazy. She told her teacher, "You need to fix this. I hate the static!" Which is an improvement over how she used to deal with that. (screaming and yanking at her hair.)


The fog invaded everything today. It probably added to the claustrophobic and frantic feelings I was experiencing today. Fog you can go away now. This week isn't exactly going as I had anticipated but I will keep moving forward. I keep wanting to make plans or accomplish something and this week the universe is kind of telling me to pause a little. Okay fine. FINE FINE FINE I WILL PAUSE DAMMIT. *flails arms about*