Got to Keep a Closer Eye on Her

Maya's tongue is a little bit pinker. The medicine seems to be upsetting her stomach a little. She's been throwing up a fair bit today. We've both changed our outfits more than a couple of times. Tonight while Grandma Sandi, Abby and I played Dora memory she projectile vomitted and it hit Abby right in the eye. Literally dead square in the eye. Abby has been blessed with incredibly long, thick and very black eye lashes. The kind you see in mascara commercials. They really came in handy tonight, protecting her eye from the onslaught of puke. Poor Abby was just trying to give her little sister a hug and that's the thanks she gets.

Then Maya was probably just getting even with Abby for had happened earlier this afternoon. Mike and I were giving Maya her medication. Well I was actually administering it, Mike was holding her. For the first time she used her tongue to push the second dose back out of her mouth. I was valiantly trying to scrape it off her chin and get most of it back in her mouth with very little success. I was basically just spreading it around her face and helping it to ooze down into her double chin and neck creases. Of course this stuff is major league sticky. I'm not sure why, it can't possibly have any sugar in it. Nothing that smells and tastes as bad as this does could have sugar in it. Without giving the open bottle of medication a second thought we moved to the change table so I could give her a pseudo wash with a bum wipe. The open bottle has now been completely forgotten as Mike and I both move onto the computer so I can show him a funny video clip I had downloaded.

Moments later Abby joins us waving a tea towel over her head and claiming, "it was just an accident Mommy. Just an accident." What was an accident? "Baby Maya's medicine."

Yep you guessed it. She had spilled, poured, accidently knocked over, who knows, the entire bottle of Maya's anti-fungal medicine. The medicine she needs to take for 9 more days. The medicine that, fingers crossed, will clear up her thrush without a recurrence. So now Mike's mad and I'm mad and Abby's contrite. Does it make me a horrible mother if I say I was even madder because I couldn't be mad at Abby since it was my very own, very stupid fault? Yeah I thought so too. Of course today is Saturday. What the hell were we going to do? Mike had the genius idea to call the pharmacy and ask if they would just give us a new perscription. I didn't think there was a chance in hell of them doing that. I thought we would be headed back tot he walk in clinic for a new perscription. Thankfully the pharmacy agreed to give us another bottle. The only problem was it wouldn't be covered by our drug plan since it wasn't a new perscription. Luckily it was only a $9 medication. Now the first order of business is to get that bottle sealed and back up on the fridge, Maya can just stay super sticky for a few extra minutes.