I like to think that I have some pretty good qualities. I am bright and quite capable with very little instruction required to learn new or foreign subject matter. What I am not, however, is -at all– creative in any fashion. I first learned this particular personal fact in High School when I took my very first Creative Writing class against my will and better judgement. You see, in Florida where I attended High School, you have to take a standardized writing test in 8th grade and again in 10th. I scored “perfect 6’s” on both. I was the only one in my school district to accomplish that feat and came home with a massive plaque stating that I was awesome (or some other phrasing of that nature). That is when the pressure began from my mom and administrators alike to be a part of the Future Authors Association at my school. For me, the science geek in the debate club, it sounded way out of my comfort zone but something that might sound good on college applications so I acquiesced. I didn’t understand how I had received the scores in the first place and the method of grading was very shady (in my opinion), not to mention there was the fact that I couldn’t spell to save my life but that’s what the ‘new invention’ of Spell Check was for, right? Besides, it got everyone off of my back, so I grudgingly signed up.
Um…what an epic failure. I couldn’t come up with anything to say. If you give me a topic, I can come up with something but the “creative” part of the whole process eluded me. I could not write a fiction piece with a gun to my head and a knife to my throat and eventually the teacher allowed me to go back to the Chem Lab where I belonged. Ever since then, I have always known that being inventive wasn’t necessarily in my bag of tricks but it was never so amplified until I became a parent.
Parents are supposed to be creative. It’s true. If you disagree, you are probably just creative and don’t realize it. If I can’t read about it or research it, it doesn’t exist for me. Thank the good lord that my husband has the most creative spirit imaginable or my son would be in the hospital right now most likely.
So, I thought it should be passed along for all of my fellow non-creative types that are raising little ones. We have to ban together, you know.
Ever since Jp had that terrible viral infection, he hasn’t been eating or drinking as much. Which wouldn’t be such a terrible thing if he wasn’t already so food and drink resistant in the first place. It’s as though since it was painful to chew and swallow in those weeks, now he is traumatized in some way and won’t eat or drink unless the need is dire. It’s incredibly stressful. We have a few months until a well check so I am hoping we can pack back on the weight he has lost before I get the disapproving glare from my pediatrician but liquids -or lack thereof- can cause dehydration and that’s more than a little frightening. This morning when I woke him up to change his diaper (he’s taking to potty training like a fish to grits. Fish don’t live in grits, you say? Yep, that’s how well it is going) and his pee was darker than his darkest has been and I panicked.
Five minutes later, I am on the phone with the nurse at the Pediatricians office and she calmed me down (a little) and said since he was still going number one and crying actual tears he wasn’t in critical condition and most likely held it most of the evening since now is the age when they start using bladder control overnight and that is why the diaper was so dark. But I had to change up what I was doing now as he was probably mildly dehydrated to begin with to be that color at all.
Great, what I was doing was all I could think of. Which was chasing him around with a cup (that I just bought and let him pick out all by himself since I thought that would help) and begging him to drink. That’s all I’ve got. He hates Popsicles, Pedialyte, Gatorade, Powerade, fruits and every other variation in between. My only other thought was yelling, “Kid if you don’t drink the water, you are going to die!”, but not only was that harsh and wildly unnecessary, he wouldn’t have understood me anyways.
So I call my husband, all in a panic, and he -in all of his blessed creative glory- says, “Why don’t you try a squirt gun?”
Excuse me? Because that is just a….brilliant idea! So off to the store I went for a squirt gun. At this point, Jp has more water in him than in the last 3 days combined. He’s just wandering around and spraying it into his mouth and laughing. It was so simple but so effective. Put the water in a toy and viola! No more dehydration. Or at least, I hope so. But it has to be better than it was.
Thank goodness for all of you creative types since without you, we’d all be thirsty.
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