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We were at a standstill.

She stared at me unblinkingly. I stared back at her just the same.

In my hand, I clutched the vial, full of its shimmering bright pink liquid that reminded one of bubble gum, something sweet and innocent and fun, not the poison she knew it was.

I moved the vial toward her. She pressed her lips together and turned her head, struggling in her restraints that were supposed to lock her in place. She got in a good kick despite them.

I didn’t falter. I moved ever closer, reaching out and taking hold of her chin, so little in my grip.

Her mouth opened despite itself. I jammed the vial in as deep as I dared, pressing the plunger and releasing some of the contents.

She managed to free her head from my grasp, shaking it angrily. But the little vial was still more than half full of its sinister pink liquid, and I would not be stopped.

This time I was more calculating. I stood over her as she shifted again in her restraints, searching for a way out. But, just as I knew it would, her mouth eventually opened, her nose being too congested to fully breathe out of, thanks to something far more horrible than me.

As soon as I spotted that little gap between her lips, I reacted, shoving the vial back inside and pushing again on the plunger. She screamed angrily at me, tears starting to fill her eyes.

“It’s not that bad,” I told her. “One more time, and this will all be over.”

She didn’t believe me. Her hands were gripping on to her restraints by then, and her feet were kicking, bouncing off my belly as I bent over her one last time.

I waited, calculating, showing no mercy.

Her mouth opened again, sucking in air despite itself, and I jammed in the vial for the last time, plunging the rest of the liquid in as hard as I could.

This time, though, she was ready for this intrusion. She spit it back out, covering my shirt and her outfit, a line of pink from neck down her chest.

She stared at me triumphantly. She knew she had won.

I sighed and undid her restraints, lifted her from her car seat and took her back upstairs to change her outfit.

Baby: 1
Mom and medicine: 0

Until tonight. And then she’d better watch out. This story’s ending had nine more doses to go before it would be fully resolved.



This story brought to you by the adventures of giving my poor baby her medicine for her ear infection, and written for [livejournal.com profile] therealljidol week 1. If you would like to read any of the other amazing works, go here. Voting should be up Sunday night.

Date: 2019-09-29 09:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kittenboo.livejournal.com
Ha! Nice twist!

Date: 2019-09-29 10:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marlawentmad.livejournal.com

A sinister retelling of the mundane life of a mom, delightful!

Date: 2019-09-30 04:01 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] static_abyss
I got what was going on about halfway and then was super impressed and amused the rest of the way. You did an excellent job of telling this story, and I hope your poor baby feels better soon.

Date: 2019-09-30 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yuniebaby.livejournal.com
Ugh. I feel you. My girl just finished a round of antibiotics for an ear infection. You’ll make it, Mama. :)

Date: 2019-09-30 07:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nikkiii-brown.livejournal.com
At first it sounded sinister, and then took a turn for cute! Totally relatable, and a fun read (: Hope she starts to feel better soon!

Date: 2019-09-30 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morning-stand.livejournal.com
This is really clever, well done!

Date: 2019-09-30 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] millysdaughter.livejournal.com
I hated trying to get amoxicillin into my littles!!!

Date: 2019-10-01 12:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] karmasoup.livejournal.com
As the mother of a 2-yr-old, I knew instantly exactly what's going on here - been through this more than I care to admit. It's easier now, though, if I catch him in the right mood - I will just tell him it will make him feel better, and he will agreeably take it, but, man, it was a long road getting there! ;-)

Date: 2019-10-01 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] halfshellvenus.livejournal.com
I remember those days AND that pink medicine. Fortunately, our kids didn't seem to mind it, but there were other medicines that were less tolerated. :O

Date: 2019-10-01 02:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] m-malcontent.livejournal.com
Cool and humorous. A nice companion piece to ellison's entry.
Edited Date: 2019-10-02 03:52 am (UTC)

Date: 2019-10-01 07:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jensi08.livejournal.com
This is great!!

Date: 2019-10-01 11:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] murielle.livejournal.com
Oh no! You had me for a moment there. Seriously. Well done you! Great to have you back!

Date: 2019-10-02 05:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brkfastatholly.livejournal.com
Ahahaha oh man I was thinking how super sinister this whole thing was and then got to the end! I hope that sweet baby girl gets to feeling better soon. Or at least resigns herself to taking her medicine...

Date: 2019-10-02 04:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rayaso.livejournal.com
What a great twist! I remember giving medicine to our babies. They didn't mind the pink stuff but hated others. I also loved your description of your baby's cold.

Date: 2019-10-02 09:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] roina-arwen.livejournal.com
I suspected that’s what it was, having been given many doses of pink stuff when I was a wee one!

Date: 2019-10-03 05:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bleodswean.livejournal.com
Lol. Yep, pretty much! Hope she's feeling better soon!

Date: 2019-10-03 10:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alycewilson.livejournal.com
OMG this is, at first, horrifying and then, ultimately, hilarious! I always used to think that my son thought he was in prison when I put him in his car seat, the way that he would wail under his restraints. The only way I could calm him was by reaching my hand back between the gap in the front seats and holding his little hand.

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