Oh yea, I have gone there. This post is about poop, my friend.
Currently we are still sorta working on potty training our toddler. He pees really well in it. On a rare occasion will poop, but mostly it is false alarms, and he is still not getting so good at telling me he has to go until it is too late. Honestly, since I really do have germ-a-phobic tendencies and I am REALLY dreading having to let him sit on a public toilet (while somehow keeping JR from touching ANYTHING)I haven't been pushing too hard. I figure that when he is ready, he will start wanting to do it.
We have the little potty, and the seat for the big toilet, so he can even choose which he likes best when the time comes.
But until then, we have a slight problem we have to overcome. You see, my Little Dude does not like to poop, and it has gotten really bad since this past summer. For some reason, he holds his poop in, then, when he does finally poop, it hurts, causing him to not want to poop, holding it in...and, well, you see.
So, under the orders and directions of Little Dude's pediatrician, we are giving Little Dude laxatives every so often to make it easier for him to go, and to encourage painless pooping (which will later lead to him wanting to poop all the time in his potty).
Where am I going with this?
Well, since he had gone three days without pooping, it was time to give him a laxative.
All I'm going to share of the rest of the story is:
madly rising water, panicked call to hubby, emergency water shutoff, hubby rushing home,stopped up toilet, many towels, kids barricaded in the living room, hubby manning a shop vac, spraying disinfectant everywhere, and the feeling that I needed to scrub my body with bleach but settled for hot water and soap.
Oh yea, it was a big poop uh oh.