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Update
Posted by Lily on Dec 2, 2008 in Poop
We’re sitting in the living room last night and Cameron is in his swing, talking to the little fish in the mobile that swirl above his head. I hear this little sound and tell John it sounded like a little poop. He says no, it was a fart. The end.
A little later Cameron starts to get pretty fussy. John offers to change the diaper as it is the first one since he’s been home. Oh, the injustice for John. He opens up the diaper to the molten explosion of Mt. Cameron. There was poop in places poop should never be. It was a team effort, but we got him cleaned up and what a happy baby he was.
For about twenty minutes.
Apparently the explosion we should have been concerned about wasn’t poop, but his brain. Somehow the poop broke his brain. He started wailing. And wailing. We fed him, because his eating has dramatically declined as there was a space issue in his digestive tract. He scarfed down some food and then wailed some more. He took the pacifier for awhile. Then wailed some more. He finally fell asleep, and then woke up and wailed some more. He continued this pattern all evening interspersing it with feeding every hour. Finally he fell asleep. He continued to eat just short of every two hours, waking up at 4 ready to start his day. Luckily he was starting it with a smile. I put him in his bouncy and told him to come up with a list of what he wanted to do today. Apparently somewhere between talk to his fish and poop, he fell asleep.
Yes, I know I have become one of those people. I am writing about poop. I’ve written TWICE about poop. But let me tell you, I have never been happier for the existence of a poop in this world than I was last night. Or this morning as my pleasant smiling baby has returned, replacing the possessed one that I desperately wished would fall asleep even for twenty minutes so I could have small breaks in between the intestinal shrieks of despair.
Oh, how good life feels today.
