Taking the baby’s temperature was such a difficult task. Using the digital thermometer (orally), she wouldn’t allow that thing to be placed inside the mouth for even a second. I thought of cheating her by waving it to her like a toy, hopeing she would chew on it. No! She wouldn’t buy that either. The ear thermometer was not much simpler to use too. I need to “pull” her earlobe, then stuck the pointy end into her ear to use it correctly. Try doing that to a lousy feeling child! She would turn her head, twist her body, do anything to stop the foreign object from invading her ear. When finally got some readings, they were mostly unconvincingly normal, or frighteningly high. It would be like 36.7, 36.5, then 38.8, 38.9. It even registered 39.2, 39.5 last evening, almost sent me speeding down to the paediatrician immediately.

Getting the medicine down her throat is another difficult task. I thought the baby paracetamol and ibuprofen have the banana and orangey flavour that she would find agreeable. Fat hope! She didn’t even want a drop. We force syringing it into her mouth initially. It worked the first time, but subsequently, she just spat them out or cried until she vomited her stomach empty of the horrible syrup. In the end, I have to “bury” 0.25ml of the syrup with a spoonful of her favourite cereal to trick her into taking the medicine. Thankfully, she only needs two medicine totaling just 3.75ml, else she will need a really huge bowl of cereal to conceal the medicine.