Constipation

Lovely word isn't it? Even more lovelier is the feeling. I know you've all experienced it at some point but you probably don't want to admit it.

This past weekend Pat and I watched as little boy wriggled up his lips, turned apple red, and sometimes coame out with a quiet grunting sound. We watched him and he watched us each time. I'm guessing he was trying to say HELP through this expression and his eyes.

I turned to Pat looking to him for some advice. Afterall, (he'll hate that I'm saying this) a few of the Palmer's are known for having gastrointestinal issues so they should be experienced in trying to solve this problem.

We tried giving him nothing but pears, oatmeal cereal and beans for about two days. Then I read somewhere (ha!) that giving him water would help loosen things. Nice. I was prepared at each diaper change to see some kind of massive blowout. It never happened.

By Sunday evening I really couldn't stand by watching him look like he was in pain. I kept thinking that he's still eating normally and taking everything in but hardly anything was coming out...it must be "in there" somewhere backed up and waiting to come out! Off I went to Walgreens to see if I could find something.

I came home with infant suppositories.

Pat gave me a look that said he wasn't going to do it.

I pulled my big girl panties up and did what a grown up mom is supposed to do. There was something very awkward and icky about inserting the little glycerin tablet. This was I guess the first time I had to say to myself that it will only be uncomfortable for second and that the end result will be relief for the poor little man. I tried convincing myself of this but it didn't really work. I still felt crappy. (he he)

I expected him to scream. He didn't. He was a trooper and for some reason quickly feel asleep on my shoulder. I think he was tired from all of the work he'd been doing over the past couple of days.

When he woke up I changed his diaper and truly wanted to do a cheer for poop! There was poop, real poop. I've never been so excited over poop.

Another lesson learned in the world of motherhood. I'm apparently going to be "knee-deep" in it for a few more years.