The last four days have been hellish. I'm not even kidding. Sweetie's been more than a handful, and I've noticed that my voice has been raised each day. I really am not a yeller by nature. One of the great things about giving kids choices is that it puts the power of many situations in the kids' hands and power struggles are diverted thus a calmer mother. From Tuesday on this week, The kids have gotten home from school, and I've been absolutely spent.
This morning, the house is quiet. The Warden and I are laying here in bed, and he says, "Who knows what's in the medicine [Sweetie's] taking."
WOAH! Wait a minute!!!
Let me share the story with you....
Monday, I took Sweetie to school. I was told that there had been a lot of coughing going on. They had actually called my cell phone and asked me to come get Sweetie, but I didn't get the message until I had already brought Sweetie home. Ugh!
Yah, a real mother of the year moment.
Sweetie's asthma has been so non-existent that when #5 was having all of his asthma struggles this winter, and we mentioned Sweetie's asthma, Sweetie was so surprised to hear that one of the inhalers in the cupboard was for Sweetie. I'm hopeful that Sweetie will outgrow asthma as #2 did.
Anyway, back to the story at hand....
Gave the treatment and Sweetie went right down for a nap and later woke with a fever. Hmm...asthma doesn't have a fever.
By evening, Sweetie sounded TERRIBLE. It takes quite a bit to get the Warden alarmed, and it was clear that he was worried. I called the advice nurse. They weren't feeling that Sweetie was in imminent danger but made an appointment for the next morning.
I need to share that during all of this and for days and days prior to
this, things have been SUPER heavenly with Sweetie. Things have been,
for the most part, happy and calm in our house. We have been on a good
path. During all of this time at the doctor and interaction between just Sweetie and me, things have been really functional and great.
We got the X-ray taken. They had Sweetie stand for it. Sweetie's body shook while it was being taken. The trembling had started that morning--one of the symptoms that had the Warden really concerned. The shaking made me feel really sad and sorry for Sweetie, but the X-ray was done with no problems. Sweetie was told to hold still and Sweetie did--very compliant and well...sweet. I was very proud of Sweetie.
I went downstairs to the pharmacy while a nebulizer treatment was run.
I returned just after the treatment finished and administered the first, and largest, dose of Zithromax. Sweetie, I was directed, is to take the Zithromax for five days.
In the car on the way home, things started to get a bit different. I can't really describe what it was because it was way back on Tuesday, but I remember sitting in the hallway later and looking to see if there may have been some ingredients in Sweetie's lunch that may have caused the behaviors. It was really as if a switch had been flipped. Scary! I finally concluded that it must have been the corn syrup or the sugar in the Frosty.
I was never going to buy one of those again.
I got Sweetie home and into bed for a nap. There was a bit of a struggle, but because Sweetie wasn't feeling good, sleep finally overtook.
Each day since Tuesday has been a HUGE struggle. There have been frightening moments of violence. I am usually the target. I had been so happy in these last few weeks to see these days gone. I COULD NOT figure out why they had returned. I have been doing everything the same way as usual. I've watched everything that's gone into Sweetie's mouth. I have served protein to balance every sugar. I have been making bread. Really, every safeguard has been taken.
Everything, that is, except for one thing--a necessary evil. This brings us to this morning's conversation with the Warden....
Every day since Tuesday, I have been administering red 40 to Sweetie. Every day since, I have dealt with a demon child the very best I could. Every day, giving the same choices I usually do, Sweetie has chosen the worst possible options. Since removing red 40 from our home, I have learned that this poor decision making isn't in Sweetie's nature.
I am convinced that Sweetie's biggest problem is not so much sugar as it is red dye.
If you think about it, most children's medicines are tinted red, pink, orange or purple--some amount of red is included to make each of these.
If I ever doubted before, I don't any more. Red 40 turns my heaven into hell.