It’s New Year’s Eve 2019. Rather then going out and getting smashed I’m at home trying everything possible to get my baby to poo. The pour wee soul has had extreme constipation since Christmas Day which was almost a week ago!!
To bring you up to speed with what’s been happening. My boy sometimes suffers with abit of constipation every now and again which is more annoying than anything it doesn’t really bother him most of the time.
Except for right now he’s having a hella time with his bottom habbits! It all started one week ago on Christmas Day where he had an almighty explosion and us not knowing this would be his last deposit for almost a week. If only we knew what lay ahead for us over the next 7 days!
A week of his poor wee tummy giving him so much pain, trying his best to shift that shit and getting nowhere fast. Ofcorse we tried everything possible to get that poo moving in the right direction lots of hard work with zero results. Supposedly cooled boiled water is the thing that gets that poo popping, water wasn’t on our side during the shitting saga. We already had some medicine from a previous bout of constipation he endured a few weeks ago. Even that didn’t work. Carrying on with advice we’d been given by so many diffrent people and still that shit would not budge.
4-5 days in and things were getting pretty desperate, he’s completely off his milk. At his worst he only had half a bottle in 24 hours! There’s one thing I can say I’d never thought I’d be doing was late night massaging of my baby’s tummy trying to dam hardest to get him to poop!! Poor Rex was in so much pain and discomfort he’d be up all night screming and wincing my heart broke for him. Me and Mr M completely exhausted, me on the verge of a nervous breakdown so sleep deprived and sobbing at every given opportunity it’s so hard to feel like this when I know it’s not his fault and he’s the one suffering. I really thought we weren’t going to survive this week.
By day 6 I’d decided enough was enough and I had a telephone call with the doctor who prescribed some stronger medicine to help get things moving. I really didn’t have much hope that anything was going to work. I had visions of him having to have some kind of procedure to get all the poo out. Or me having to stick my finder up his bum hole !
So the new medicine we have to try and syringe into his mouth twice a day. Hardest thing to do ever! Half of it ends up on the carpet so you can imagine what a delight this is trying to get it into him twice a day.
Anyway I HAVE NEWS…. finally 8 days in and that almighty shit has been shifted! That’s right we’ve pooed! Total elation in our household. Party banners and the lot came out to celebrate Rexs bowel movements. Finally he’s in no more pain no more screaming all day and night and I might beable to get some sleep at night!
Well done Rex for shifting that shit
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