Cole’s introduction to more solid-type foods kind of backfired today, or rather, didn’t backfire with enough explosive power.
All day he was straining, red-faced, and obviously constipated. Two times when I changed his diaper, his tushie-hole was even open as if gasping for relief.
When his face turned beet-red in the tub, I thought I was going to see a brown island floating by, but still, no.
I put him to bed, knowing I’d be seeing something in the middle of the night.
Sure enough, a half hour after he was asleep, he started bawling.
I picked Cole up from his crib, turned on the John Lennon lamp, and lay Cole on the changing table.
His eyes were closed as I opened his diaper.
There they were. Two lumpy hard sausages with another stuck halfway out.
This half-in/half-out baby turd was as wide as a silver dollar and it was not budging. Cole was half-asleep but crying in pain.
I did what only a mother would; I grabbed a wipe and grabbed a hold of that poo and gently pulled it out.
Cole immediately stopped crying and fell asleep on the changing table.
I gently wrapped up the three hard, corn kernel-filled poos to share with Nick when he came home.
I placed Cole back in his crib and he remained asleep.
My work here is done.