When I brought my babies home, I kept track of their poop schedule religiously. I was so afraid since there were two of them that I was going to not realize that one of them had pooped in a few days. I'm not sure exactly how long you're supposed to keep track of a newborn's poop, but I did it way beyond whatever that appropriate standard would be, I'm sure. I did it for probably 3 weeks. I'm guessing the same time I gave up breastfeeding, I gave up poop tracking. My Lord, what would I do with all that extra time to myself!?
In the midst of that insanity, my MIL explained to me that once you have kids, you'll discuss the frequency, color, shape and perhaps size of poop for the rest of your days as parents. I thought that was really funny, and maybe a bit far fetched. I mean, I was keeping a chart, so ofcourse poop dialogue was in order. But really, after diapers, still? And I say to you, a resounding YES. Pooh talk abounds at our house here, here and here.
The other night, I went and took my meds and go to bed. Typically, I'm off all meds, but there are a few that are uh, necessary. Number one: melatonin. I take it to sleep, any day of the year. But now that I'm not exercising and sitting on my arce all day, I'm doubling up on the melatonin. So, I pop a double dose of melatonin. And number two: colace. If you don't know what colace is for, please know that I purposely made it "number two" for a reason. It's necessary. I popped those pills and headed up to bed. About 10 minutes later, I had to go to the bathroom. I sat on the throne and well, my butt barfed what Lucy refers to as pee poop. For over an hour, about every ten minutes my butt barfed. And all I can think of is "I just took COLACE and not one, but TWO melatonins. I'm going to pass out and shit the bed. Oh my God!" I spent the next hour trying to stay awake.
When Ricardo came upstairs, I explained what was going on. To my surprise, he still got in bed with me. I thought for sure he'd prefer the couch. But he just said, "It's okay. We could probably use a new mattress anyways." Awww, baby, that is so sweet! And then I gave in and went to sleep. I'm happy to say, we'll be keeping our old mattress for a few more years. And I've upgraded to what Lucy calls snake poop. Whew. Close call. I'm happy to report that I've readjusted my meds schedule to sleep with a poop-free conscience.
That's how I roll.
That was a really good Poop Report!
You are so descriptive. I feel like I was there. You should write for Hallmark! Have you been reading my poop book again? I hope your snake poop continues to upgrade itself. :)