Here I am awake with Monkey at 3:34 am. This is not something I usually do. My amazing Husband gets the kids ALL the time. ALL of it. He was up 6 times with Monkey just last night. So as shrieks arose in the dark yet again I made Husband put in ear plugs (who actually fought me about it) and took Monkey on myself.
He was drugged within an inch of his life because I had given him something earlier for teething and Husband forgot and gave him more (who cares about these things at 2 am?). After ten burps I finally brilliantly deduced the problem was gas but had no gas medicine.
Did I mention the shrieking--not Monkey's usually hearty yell? Shrieking.
Here I was dependent on home remedies again, although I considered driving him to a pharmacy if necessary (did I mention the shrieking?).
I stuck a tiny bit of powdered ginger in his mouth (it's supposed to help digestion) but I had to do something more--he wasn't falling for, "Here, this is really delicious" again.
Before I resorted to sticking salt up his nose I got online and looked up gas on an herbal remedy site. I scanned the list of things I could do (Sassafras...hmmmm...fresh out) and I kid you not, it said:
Ginger: Place poultice of cloves over stomach.
You can't argue with that. At least I can't--even though I did blink and rub my eyes a lot and read it from several different angles just to make sure it was talking to me in particular.
I got out the powdered cloves and did the whole poultice thing (sprinkled them on a cloth and wetted them down) and slapped them on Monkey who didn't appreciate the exceptional quality of these spices at all.
Finally, he quit wriggling and is sleeping soundly as far as I know.
So, someone's typo is my salvation tonight.
You gotta love a Universe that occasionally addresses you by name on the Internet.
He was drugged within an inch of his life because I had given him something earlier for teething and Husband forgot and gave him more (who cares about these things at 2 am?). After ten burps I finally brilliantly deduced the problem was gas but had no gas medicine.
Did I mention the shrieking--not Monkey's usually hearty yell? Shrieking.
Here I was dependent on home remedies again, although I considered driving him to a pharmacy if necessary (did I mention the shrieking?).
I stuck a tiny bit of powdered ginger in his mouth (it's supposed to help digestion) but I had to do something more--he wasn't falling for, "Here, this is really delicious" again.
Before I resorted to sticking salt up his nose I got online and looked up gas on an herbal remedy site. I scanned the list of things I could do (Sassafras...hmmmm...fresh out) and I kid you not, it said:
Ginger: Place poultice of cloves over stomach.
You can't argue with that. At least I can't--even though I did blink and rub my eyes a lot and read it from several different angles just to make sure it was talking to me in particular.
I got out the powdered cloves and did the whole poultice thing (sprinkled them on a cloth and wetted them down) and slapped them on Monkey who didn't appreciate the exceptional quality of these spices at all.
Finally, he quit wriggling and is sleeping soundly as far as I know.
So, someone's typo is my salvation tonight.
You gotta love a Universe that occasionally addresses you by name on the Internet.
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