short-term aggravation for long-term health (or, how I tortured my daughter with eye drops)

Pink eye. It’s the bane of the daycare existence. Or is that lice? I can never remember. At any rate, PoppaGeek and I are slowly learning the rules (unwritten and otherwise) of Daycare. They call me for at least three things: fever, being bitten by another child, and pink eye. We’ve gotten two of those calls in one week. The first day of daycare one week last fall, we got the first call: little Geeklet had been injured at the center. She was ok, but had been bitten by another child. I’m quite sure that it’s relatively normal behavior for this age group (1 to 2 year-olds), and somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it would happen eventually. Still...hearing something along the lines of: “it broke the skin but didn’t bleed” it slightly nerve-wracking! The very next day, we got another call: Geeklet needs to be picked up because they suspect pink eye. PoppaGeek (who is actually a superhero) picked her up and got her to the doctor to confirm the diagnosis.

And here comes the hard part. For the next 5 days, we needed to get 2 drops of medicine in her eye *three* times each day. /sigh. We have had some interesting times already in her short two years of life, and after all that, I completely understand the need for baby antibiotics to come with a flavor. Trying to get amoxicillan, augmenten, and other oral antibiotics into a tiny body are difficult, to say the least.

Please know that I am exceedingly happy, thankful, blessed to have a healthy, happy little girl! The good news: she made it through the Great Pink Eye Fiasco of 2011 just fine. :-)