My name is KAYO, and my child is dependent on drugs.
I was getting worried that we were going to have to check Nora into the Betty Ford clinic for her growing dependency on Benadryl. We are recovering from the Kukamunga Flu (my neighbor tried to look that up online to see if it was real, then called me to find out the symptoms. I think he figured out that it was made up when I told him that drippy noses, fevers ranging from low grade to ridiculous, clingyness, and bitching were some of the symptoms) so I have been pumping both ladies with whatever will make them feel better. Nora was doing well with the Benadryl, but then it started to not be enough- she would still wake up all night. Then I figured it out.
Not only has she started to army crawl all over my filthy house, but she has just broken her first tooth. No wonder I can't leave her sight without squeals of pain and longing. No wonder the first place she crawls is to wherever I am to whine about wanting to be picked up. No wonder I had to hold her while I butchered a birthday cake for my mother in law. No wonder she won't sleep through the night (even when drugged) anymore.
So now we have downshifted from the beloved Benadryl to plain old Tylenol. We will probably make the Folgers switch to Motrin for tooth #2 if this keeps up.
Yes, I am a pusher. I am not ashamed of this.
But can someone tell me what happened to my adorable little lump who would quietly sit in her bumbo and coo until she fell asleep? What is with this crawling business. If she keeps this up she'll then want to do something crazy like, I don't know, WALK, and I am just not ready for that yet.
Maybe I'll take some Benadryl.
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