Little Man has had three episodes of conjunctivitus, so I’m well-experienced in this department. The first time, he was still a baby, so while putting the eyedrops wasn’t exactly smooth sailing, he could be distracted easily. Not any more. The last two episodes were HELL. He knew what was coming when he saw the drops, and either made a run for it or refused to open his eyes. It had to become a team job: Hubster had to pin him down and I had to stretch his eyes open and aim for the goal. All while he was screaming and squirming. Doing this by myself, thrice a day, was I think more torturous for me than the red-eye was for him!
Imagine pinning an octopus down, and then putting all his eight legs into pants. That’s kind of what it feels like when changing a one-year-old’s nappy. They won’t lie down, they won’t stay still, they won’t co-operate. God help you if it’s a poonami situation!
Aaaaaargh, those little fingers won’t go into those tight finger-spaces. When they manage that, two fingers squash into one space leaving the rest dangling down. Toddler finds it hilarious. Mum is freezing and irritated. Repeat. Every outing, every day through winter!
One of the most terrifying things to do, in my humble opinion. Their fingers are SOOOO TINY and the nails, oh my god, even tinier. You fear them jerking, you piercing the nailcutter into their skin… I just couldn’t do it till Little Man was at least four or five months old!
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