Last year, I wrote this post when Peter had fever and some kind of stomach bug. I talked about how incredibly difficult it is when a nonverbal child is sick, and how helpless we, as parents, can feel. Once again we’re dealing with another illness that has been making its way from person to person within our family. Fever, congestion, fatigue. Maybe the flu. Maybe not.
Peter has had fever since Friday. He woke up flushed and lethargic. I checked his temperature, and – sure enough! – a fever. My anxiety spiked immediately. I knew that I needed to get medicine in him ASAP to bring the fever down.
HOWEVER. Have I mentioned before how stubborn he can be? If he does not want to eat or drink something, no amount of persuasion or cajoling will work. You can’t physically force him to eat or drink something, either. We have tried it all. No go.
So HOW was I going to get Peter to take fever-reducing medicine?? When he is sick, he is suspicious of all variety of sippy cups from which he normally drinks. We used to add meds to his juice, but he has become wise to that! He can taste meds in applesauce as well, and there is no way he will take any kind of chewable medicine.
One thing I knew: the only drink Peter will consume when he is sick is Caprisun. (Again, this is not an endorsement of the product; just a fact). Maybe he thinks the sealed pouch is “safe”? Maybe it’s the only drink that doesn’t hurt his throat? Who knows?
So. I used my Super Powers to come up with this plan:
- I dosed the medicine into the measuring cup:
2. Using a syringe I’d gotten from a previous prescription, I sucked up the medicine…
3. … and squirted it into the straw hole in the Caprisun pouch:
Then I inserted the straw and, praying, gave Peter the drink. He downed it in a few seconds flat.
EUREKA! It worked! Autism Mommy Superpowers strike again! Within an hour his fever was gone and he was much happier. This method has continued to work throughout the weekend whenever his fever spiked.
I know that all parents improvise and “think outside of the box” at times. With Peter, though, we seem to do this kind of thing often. Very often.
I guess that’s one good outcome of his condition: it forces us to exercise our brains and keeps us on our toes!
(On a lighter note, here is a photo taken last week:)