Eye Drops and The Baby

Ah, Pink Eye, the staple of having a baby in the house...

This moring, we continued Alisha's treatment with the the prescribed eyedrops. (Note: MajorDad got his own little bottle of drops on Thursday...prescription written by the pediatrician.) For those of you that have never raised a baby, don't feel bad for not realizing what an undertaking this course of treatment is. Let's just say that it's probably easier to get a cat stuffed into a toilet than it is to get eye drops into a baby's eyes.

Alisha is a small child...small for her 14 months, but still a very normal, happy baby, until you have to pin her to the bed in order to get 4 little drops of medicine into her eyes. You'd think we were on WWE wrestling with the way she struggles and fights.

This morning it seemed as if things got a little crazier. I weigh about 9 times what this little bundle of joy weighs, you'd think that I'd be able to do this by myself....but no, we started with me doing the holding and Karen doing the drop administration. Trying to hold arms and legs still.....holding open little eyelids (whose muscle strength must be approaching the jaw strength of a pit bull)....just wasn't cutting. If these drops kill the infection the causes pink eye, we can probably dispense with spraying the bed down with Lysol today, we got plenty of the stuff all over. To finally get the job done, we had to bring Jamie in on the act...where I gave up my job holding arms and legs just to concentrate on getting the little eyes open. Wow! And that scream???

You'd think we were trying to get battery acid into her eyes...

See you on the high ground....MajorDad