Torturing my child

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Yesterday, I had to take Jared to the dermatologist. It turns out that he has pretty dry skin which is the perfect habitat for an annoying little virus called molluscum contagiosum. Basically, he's got bumps on his skin. Generally, it resolves itself after a while, but in Jared's case it hasn't cleared up.

Well, one of the ways to treat this is to freeze the bumps with liquid nitrogen. The doctor pours some in a little paper cup, then uses a Q-tip to apply some to each bump, freezing and killing the virus. This also stimulates the immune system into fighting the virus itself. The problem is, there's the doctor, holding this cup with smoke billowing out of it, trying to poke you with a miniature branding iron. Think Shakespeare's three witches or something, only more terrifying. I imagine the doctor must have been, to Jared, every bit as frightening as some ancient witch with her billowing cauldron, trying to apply her potions and leeches.

Suffice it to say, Jared wanted nothing to do with the whole process. So I had to sit there and hold him, while the doctor touched each bump in turn and while he screamed bloody murder. He cried, he begged, he demanded she stop, but I had to hold him still so she could finish.

It wasn't easy -- for Jared or for me. It was much like holding your kid for a shot, only over and over again, and with special effects. I, as an adult, understood that this is something that had to be done. And so I did it. Even as I did, however, I thought about those parents that beat their kids or torture them and wondered how they could possibly treat their children that way.

When it was over, and in reality, it only took a couple of minutes at most, I hugged Jared and kissed him and promised him ice cream with lots and lots of sprinkles.

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AdviceMama Says:
Start by teaching him that it is safe to do so.