I have struggled over whether or not to write about this topic, but since this blog is about my life and this subject is a big part of my life, I must give in to the urge.
There was a time not so long ago when too much discussion on this subject would literally make my stomach hurt and I would either excuse myself or pray that the topic would change. My sister and Mark actually tortured me with the subject at times. They laugh about that to this day.
If someone told me that there would come a time that I would get excited about anything pertaining to the topic, I certainly would have told them they were mistaken. But, as with many other things, motherhood has changed all that.
So, what is this dreaded subject you ask?
Poop! (Sorry, it is just part of my Mommy life.)
Somehow this topic keeps creeping up on me and I just HAVE to write about it. And....here I go again. (Should I be embarrassed or what?)
Mia has spent most of her little life constipated. I assumed that it was her reflux medication that was causing the problem, but now I am not so sure. For over a month, she would go a week without pooping before we would finally have to give her a suppository to help her out. This is very unusual for a breastfed baby! We tried giving her pear juice, which the doctor said is almost always successful. After over a week of giving her 4 ounces a day, it was obvious that wasn't going to be a solution. I tried Karo syrup once and that was so bad she wouldn't take it. Finally we tried bifidus powder, and though it didn't make her regular, it at least helped enough for us not to have to give her a suppository. So, that is what we have been doing, but still there is usually 6-8 days between bowel movements. You can imagine how she must feel after about 3 or 4 days and it is about that time that I start praying for poop. (Oh my!!) I figure it is legitimate request because she is so uncomfortable. Everytime she makes a little grunt I go running over to check and see if she has finally pushed it out, but most of the time I am disappointed. It seems really strange to me to get excited about it, but on the day she poops I feel relieved and happy for her and me. (As I write this I am astounded that I am actually thinking of posting this.) Well, today she pooped after 8 long days and all I have to say about that is....haaaaaalelujah!
My family members know what a struggle this has been and will frequently ask me during phone calls if Mia has pooped. I am sure that someday she will be really embarrassed that so many early conversations about her revolved around such unladylike things :) Oh well, then she will become a mom and get over it!