The routine was exhausting
—another hospital visit, another round of medication,
another pile of empty plastic bottles cluttering the counter.
For a mother of child with weak immune systems,
medicine becomes a daily battle
—one of tears, struggle, and silent prayers.
Some days, just looking at the bottle broke me.
Then one day, my eyes locked onto the growing pile of plastic bottles by the sink.
Morning, noon, and night—medicine had become as routine as meals.
There has to be a better way.
“Can I really reuse this?” I wondered, staring at the plastic medicine bottle.
Children’s products avoid plastic
—so why are medicine bottles an exception? Are they even recyclable?
Determined to find a safer option, I searched everywhere.
But the perfect bottle didn’t exist.
My child would need medicine for years to come.
A safe bottle seemed like a simple wish.
Then a thought sparked
—What if I made one myself?
And just like that, a mother’s determination was born.
