Igor got an antibiotic for his tooth. It was abscessed. The antibiotic started helping by the next morning. The dentist didn’t pull the tooth because it was a baby tooth that was about to fall out anyway. They decided pulling it would be traumatic for Igor at this point.
Unfortunately yesterday afternoon when we were packing his things to drive to Indianapolis he kind of freaked out and started rearranging stuff, dumped out everything on the table, and “helped” me by frantically shoving things around in his suitcase and carry on…and somehow during all that the bottle of his antibioticdisappeared.
I didn’t realize at first. I thought it was in his carry on backpack pocket where I carefully put it. We packed his things then didn’t let him open the bags again so things wouldn’t get taken out or anything that wasn’t supposed to go to Ukraine wouldn’t be added.
When we got to Indianapolis at the hotel he was due to take another dose and his medicine wasn’t there. I looked EVERYWHERE.
That made him cry. He said he has no idea where it is. He was doing fine taking the pill every 8 hours and understood that it was helping, but he’s also an immature 10 year old boy so…maybe he snuck in and moved it, maybe something else happened to it. I just have no clue.
When we got home from the airport I searched our house and I didn’t find it. I hope he’ll find it when he gets to Ukraine and unpacks. His tooth started hurting again this morning. :( At least I sent him with a huge bottle of ibuprofen. (The chaperone will dole it out to him on time.)
Departure was tough. We drove 3.5 hours up to Indianapolis the night before. We didn’t get there until pretty late. Igor kept crying and hugging me saying, “My is sad. My no go Ukraine, my stay America.”
I wish. Oh how I wish.
Bedtime at the hotel: