Well, I have discovered over the past few days that I will not be in the delivery room when my daughters give birth. I have spent the last 3 days coaching Charlie as he gave birth to a poop, and I really do not want to experience any of my children being in that kind of pain again -- even if the prize is a grandchild!
Poor Charlie has been constipated for almost a week now -- we have emphatically blamed too much Easter candy! We have been pumping him full of all the usual "pipe cleaners":
with no success ... It is hard to reason with a 5 year old as he sits crying on the potty while asking for food because he is hungry! When I got to the point that I was saying, "No, you can not have any more food until you let your poop out", I realized it was time to get serious.
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| Seriously, how pathetic is this? |
| I think I can, I think I can, I think I can ... |
Even after the suppository, we still had to cajole Charlie into trying again. I really don't know how he held it in as long as he did, clearly, we were up against a Professional Poop Holder -- that kid has some serious sphincter strength!
I logged over 5 hours sitting on the floor with Charlie's feet on my shoulders, chanting, "You can do it Charlie ... OK, deep breath, now Puuuuush ... 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 ... ". I doubt that the excitement of seeing a piece of poop "crowning" is as thrilling as seeing a baby's head push its way out. I do understand that I am not going to love that little piece of poop forever and celebrate its milestones as the years go by, but by God, I sure did feel a sense of pride when it finally arrived!
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| The poop prize!! Yeah, more candy -- clearly we haven't learned our lesson! |

























