Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Exit Issues

"I fought the turd and the... turd won,
I fought the turd and the... turd won."

Deliriousness has no trouble turning me into a rock star at 4ish am. Callie hates pooping. She wants to keep it in her guts for all of eternity. She can fight having to go for five days straight - piece of cake. On Monday night though, she fought the mother of all battles that kept us up the entire night. If I ever needed reminding about what it was like to be up with a newborn, this was it!

By midnight, we were both crying. I had already been sitting with her for almost four hours while she was screaming in pain and begging me to help her. Her entire body was shaking and I felt so helpless. Brent was out of town, of course, and I had no idea what to do. Is it even legit to take your kid to the hospital and ask them to do what?! Whip out a shovel and backhoe on her?! I thought not. But, I called a 24-hour nurse to ask and told me not to panic until the 7 day mark. She obviously had no idea how much pain my kid was in.

The week before, both of them had the flu which didn't even register as a blip on the radar compared to this. It was a major problem. We stayed up the whole night and were finally victorious later the next morning but in desperate need of sleep. I'm pretty sure the gods know when Brent goes out-of-town because the drama is like clockwork. Obviously, I still have some toughening up left to do but to be honest with you, I'm not interested.

Best flush of my life though and any thoughts of a third kid got flushed down with the turd.

2 comments:

Chunky Monkey said...

Have you ever tried glycerin suppositories(sp?) that they make for kids? They are OTC. We got them at CVS after out pediatrician suggested it when Cooper would not go after starting cereal. I was grossed out by sticking in the bottom, but it worked so well that I am all for it if they need it. She should go between 15 mins to an hour after you put it in.

Elementary Design said...

I got anxiety just reading your post. How awful! What you do day in and day out while Brent is traveling makes you tougher than nails. I start falling apart if Kevin is going to be home an hour late.