November 1 is National Eat Your Child’s Candy Day and I can’t even play this year. Babystar started puking yesterday afternoon and didn’t stop until after midnight, like some sort of freshman sorority girl. No Trick-or-Treating for us.
So I guess her SEVENTH costume was the girl from The Exorcist. Man, she really committed.
My sweet Teenager brought Halloween inside to the sick ToddlerMonster by surrounding us with a glow stick, a couple of plastic pumpkins, and her Halloween balloon. And some chocolate but I ate it so fast I barely remember its existence. Babystar woke up once, looked around, and said ‘kitty.’ I put her new kitty jacket over her pajamas, put my kitty onesie on over my
uniform yoga pants, and we went outside. She liked looking at the decorations and the trick-or-treaters (from a safe ten foot germ-free distance). After about fifteen minutes, she puked again. And back inside we went.
We spent this morning at the doctor’s office. I actually already had an appointment because I am psychic except not really. The Teenager needed a physical for school and Babystar was meant to get her second installment of the Baby Flu Shot. I talked to the doctor during the Teenagers appointment and she told me to hold off on the flu shot and I didn’t need to worry since the baby was finally keeping fluids down and peeing. PLUS the nurse had already taken Babystar’s temperature in preparation for her shot so we knew that she didn’t have a fever.
They only charged me for the Teenager’s visit so I basically committed medical fraud.
AND I didn’t even remember to get my standard butterscotch flavored dumdum lollipop. Damn. The Universe does NOT want me to have candy today.
RAISING BABYSTAR: $12,974.80
Oh, hey, I’m gonna try to do this NaBloPoMo thing this year. One blog post per day in November. I don’t spend money every day so this should be interesting. Or incredibly boring. There is only one way to find out.
Is anyone else out there doing NaBloPoMo this year?
In August, Little Miss Babystar started teething on vacation. (That kid has excellent timing.) She was crying all night and partying every day, getting six teeth AT ONE TIME in her poor little mouth. These were her first teeth ever, so she was probably like WTF IS THIS SHIT.
She hated it.
She also hated Tylenol and Motrin and any other type of pain relieving medicine. In desperation to find something that worked, I picked up Hyland’s Teeting Tablets at the Target in West Hollywood and crossed my fingers and said a little prayer and made a little offering to the Goddess of Teething. Guess what? They worked! She picked them up with her newly working little pincer grasp and ate ‘her candies’ and they freaking WORKED! I know, I know, it’s homeopathic and all, so it’s probably placebo but how can you placebo a baby? I’ve genuinely been thinking about this. You can’t, right? (Can you?!) They actually worked. Did I mention that they worked?
We ran out last week and that’s when I found out that they have been voluntarily recalled. Crap. My local Harris Teeter pulled them along with most US drugstore chains and I was freaking out and desperate so we ordered three boxes from Amazon that very day. She isn’t teething now but I didn’t want to be stuck without them during her next round of teething fun.
In the meantime, I have read many reports about the teething tablets. Hyland’s specifically, though I know the FDA has recommended discontinuing all brands. I talked to Babystar’s pediatrician about the tablets on our last visit, and she gave the ok. I have personally decided to continue using (and mildly worshiping) the teething tablets. I hope I am right. Parenting is hard. But I’m still researching. I don’t want to start a debate. But I am interested in your opinion. Especially if you have links and facts to share.
We got a couple Halloween books too, as the tablets were one of those annoying Amazon Prime ‘add on thingys’ (technical term) so the shipping is free, but not really.
RAISING BABYSTAR: $12,493.77