I thought my poop-talking days were over for a while. I mean, it's expected when you have a baby and there's obsession about the frequency, consistency, quantity, appearance, odor, and everything else that is currently grossing out the non-parents who skipped my initial warning. And then it occurs again when solid food starts and you have the "oh good grief, who knew corn looked exactly the same coming out as it did going in?" and "holy smokes...purple pedialite makes kryptonite green poop!" moments.
Wow...writing about poop is kind of fun. Maybe I should start a new blog devoted to poop stories...I bet it would be pretty popular!
Anyway, soI thought my poop analyzing days were over for a while and alas, they are not. Evan has been having some sort of stomach issue for several weeks and for whatever reason, we've narrowed the problem down to milk. Hopefully just a temporary issue, but right now he can only have milk on his cereal in the morning (if he insists on cereal instead of oatmeal) and juice/water to drink. Otherwise he is in the bathroom about 30 minutes after each milk drinking episode and it's not pretty. Like, really gross.
The worst part? It's like we're back in the potty training days and he yells for someone to come check things out every time he poops. "Mom!! This one's a really bad one!!" And I go see and find out things are actually normal, which makes me a little sad because imagine how long he has been dealing with this for him to think normal is bad??
And for those of you STILL reading, just to prepare you:
- kid poop does not smell any better than anyone else's poop
- kid poop is rather impressive at times...I'm convinced Evan loses about half his body weight in a given day just from pooping