Shlomo has a very, very low-grade fever. As *the* paranoid mom, I am obviously freaking out. But that’s not the point right now, is it? No, it’s not.
At any rate, he is sitting on the toilet and complaining of a headache. Now, this headache could be from four things:
- he’s pushing too hard
- he’s cried and screamed enough to give himself a headache
- he really does have a headache
- he’s making up an excuse, to get attention or to get out of pooping (please, no “don’t make your kid poop” criticism – this is what it is, and there is good reason for it).
Yitzchak wanted to give him Akamoli (kiddie Tylenol). And I said NO. Big NO.
Why? For the simple reason that Akamoli will completely cover up his symptoms. And I need to see the symptoms in order to judge what he has and how urgently he needs to see a doctor. Until now, he hasn’t really complained enough to justify the Akamoli. I want to see if, after he’s off the toilet, he still has a headache or if it magically goes away.
Because it’s important.
Well, Shlomo didn’t like that I nixed his yummy Akamoli. He wanted medicine. It’s strawberry flavored, guys. And Tova has received a fair bit of it lately (teething, anyone?), so Shlomo wants some, too. I get him. I do.
That doesn’t change the facts.
So Yitzchak made Shlomo a new headache medicine. It’s *the* best medicine for headaches, and works terrifically well for many other things, too.
It’s called Placebo.
It tastes really good. It’s the same 5ml that we would’ve given him anyways. And it helps Shlomo feel better, while letting me observe his symptoms.
Placebo really is the greatest medicine in the world.
The only thing is, Yitzchak doesn’t have red Placebo. He only has it in clear.
Therefore, Shlomo is protesting. Will he take the medicine or not?
As of right now, he’s refusing. But his headache went away, anyways (bingo, Mom!), so it’s not too relevant. We’ll save his special Placebo medicine for later, just in case he needs it.
I wonder how many years it will be before Shlomo learns what “placebo” actually means. It’s a Hebrew-speaking country, so it may take a while.
In the meantime, Yitzchak is playing doula to Shlomo’s poop. Ugh. But it’s working, sooo . . . I guess it’s all good.
Update: As soon as he was off the toilet, Shlomo’s headache disappeared. Hmmm . . .