Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Why, oh why, is my life filled with POOP issues??? First of all, there is my Crohn's disease. All about poop. (Well, and pain too, but that is a whole other poor-me post. This one is only about poop.) Second, my cat, who still poops on the floor a few times a week. Yuck. Thirdly, and most importantly, my first born. She has had poop issues forever. When she was a baby, she stopped going for about 2 weeks! My dad, books, and her GP all said normal, fine, she is breast fed, don't worry about it. Well, of course I worried, cried and lost a lot of sleep, and was convinced that everyone was wrong, because only I knew my baby's poop patterns. So, I got my dad to fandangle a emergency appointment with a pediatric specialist, who also, said that she was fine. And she was. I think this is why we have issues today. It is all my fault. She will actually hold it in for a week at a time, and make herself sick. It is awful and really stressful for everyone. So, today I took action. I made a double batch of bran muffins, fed her blueberries and muffins for lunch, and spiked her drinks with that powdery fibre additive. Lo and behold (drumroll please....) a huge poop! I am so happy and relieved. ahhhh. Nothing like a good poop. Fibre is our friend, and will be a part of our lives, even when it is secretly added to water, forever!
Monday, January 15, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
Happy New Year to all (of my sisters, smears, and my dad, who seem to be my only Blog readers). I can't blame everyone else though, because my blog really is quite boring. However, I will continue on. A few days ago, Abby said to me. "Mummy, we need to go to the store and buy a new chair, with soft cushions. Our time-out chair is very hard, and I would rather not sit on it." She was suffering from "too much Christmas" syndrome: an interrupted schedule, being dragged all over town to visit well-meaning friends, too much sugar, late bedtimes, all on top of being three, which is not easy. Which resulted in many temper tantrums, bite marks on daddy's leg ( I really thought we were past that!), slamming doors (I think she gets that from me), and breaking things. Next year there will be some changes around the holiday time... We will decorate our gingerbread house with vegetables, for starters.