For the last couple of months, Regan has been dealing with what I like to call “hard poops.” These aren’t your normal hard poops. These are the most colossal hard poops I have ever seen. It is no exaggeration to say that they are about the size of a small baked potato. She cries, wails even, as she is passing them. All I can do is hold her and try to soothe her as it passes. On more than one occasion, I have gone in for an assist, but that only resulted in broken off poop still left inside her.
She never had this problem when she was on breastmilk, so I am certain it’s the cursed formula causing the problem. Formula is full of iron and that results in hard compacted poop. It’s gotten to the point where I get nervous if I take her anywhere. Trust me, you don’t want to hear the screams that come from that little girl’s mouth as she is passing a hard poop.
I’ve been upping her water and even added prune juice and pear juice to her diet to no avail. Over the weekend, I purchased some suppositories. I decided I would use them the next time I thought she was ready to poop. The package said it works in 15-60 minutes so it seemed like a good plan.
Last night, at about 3am, she awoke straining. I knew she was trying to pass a hard poop. I jumped up and ran to her bathroom to get the suppositories. I couldn’t find them. I looked in my bathroom, on my nightstand and in her bedroom and couldn’t find them. I ran downstairs and they were nowhere in sight. Then it hit me. I had left them in my car.
Picture me, at 3am, in a tank top and booty shorts with a bonnet on my head running through the parking lot in flip flops. Not cute. I ran back in the house and ripped open the package.
Regan was laying on her back crying. The little suppositories were shaped like little glycerine torpedoes. I inserted one and she stopped crying and looked at me like, “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!?” I scooped her up and she continued to cry very loudly. I realized we were probably waking my neighbor so we went down and got on the couch to wait for the relief.
I sat rocking her to the tick tock of the clock and she fell asleep. I pulled the blanket over us and leaned back. I felt her straining and knew that the poop had passed. Relief!
We slept on the couch until about 630. I took her upstairs to change her diaper and was surprised to see a small bit of hard poop…and the torpedo. Damn thing didn’t work!
This morning I was on the phone with the pediatrician. Enough is enough! I am currently armed with a series of remedies that I shall be using this evening.
Poop shouldn’t be this difficult.