A Calpol Alternative?

A while ago I wrote a post about Calpol and why I don’t like it and don’t use it. Since then, I have been asked numerous times what the alternative is. If your child has a fever or febrile convulsions, what should you do? Surely a few e-numbers are a small price to pay?

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Calpol – What Every Parent Should Know

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** This post is about why I don’t use Calpol, and why I wouldn’t recommend it to a friend. For your own family, please do your own research. **

I can safely say I have a hate-hate relationship with Calpol. It works like this: I hate it… and on the other hand I hate it. I have no objections to paracetamol on its own, even though I rarely use medicine, and I absolutely agree that it should have its place on our shelves, as it does serve a valuable purpose. However, in my opinion Calpol does not, and shouldn’t be on the shelves at all.

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A Sling is a Wonderful Thing

Before I became pregnant, I had never given a moment’s thought to the transportation of babies. They go in push chairs, and that’s where they go. Or so I thought. It was only on walking into a popular baby shop that I became aware of the range of options, and found that none were going to work for us.

Not only would it be impossible to get most of the tank-with-tractor-wheel travel systems up our staircase (we live on the first floor), but we didn’t have anywhere to store it even if we could. And that’s assuming we could even afford one in the first place.

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Teething Trauma

A few weeks, or months ago, I wrote that Ameli was starting to teethe.  At the time I, stupidly, naively, thought people were right to groan when it came to teething. It really is a miserable time. Look at Ameli. She wasn‘t eating well or sleeping well.  Phew. Was that a false reality. On a scale of 1 to 10 of horrible times, I thought it was a 7. In light of the last few days, I’m regrading then down to a three!

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A Bad Day’s Mothering

I know everyone has them. Those days where you just feel like nothing youre doing is right. When you suspect, in the back of your frazzled mind, that you might be ruining your poor, sweet, crying child, for ever.

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Teething Time?

We’ve had what is officially the worst night of Ameli’s life. In fact, we’re still in the middle of it.

In just an hour my lovely daughter will be two months old, so I think this being my first sleepless night is pretty good going, really.

So what’s going on?

I believe she’s started teething. Not even two months yet, and she’s ready to grow in to the next stage of life with no regard to my previous comments about not being ready for all this growing yet!

Over the last few days, Ameli has started drooling so much I’ve actually had to employ the services of bibs, and have to keep changing them.  I didn’t think much of it at first, until I started to notice her hand residing almost permanently in her mouth!

In the two months since her birth, we’ve had about 7 nappy explosions, 4 of which have been in the last two days, she’s drinking really little, popping on and off the breast and sleeping loads and she is just generally not her happy self.

I was given a teething dummy before she was born, and I tried that, but unfortunately it is too big for her mouth, in addition to which she doesn’t use a dummy (pacifier) normally, so I don’t think she likes having plastic in her mouth.

A friend gave me some Teetha granules today (6c Chamomilia) which we tried, and I’ve also rubbed some Bach Night Time Rescue Remedy on her gums.  Hopefully that will help her settle in to a more rested sleep.

We have a pram we never use as we carry her in a sling, and we don’t generally rock her to sleep, but right now I have her in the pram and am rocking her with my feet. She’s still restless, but at least she’s stopped crying.  I can totally understand why people reach for Calpol in these situations.

I am of the firm belief that forgetting is the brain’s way of protecting us from these childhood traumas.

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