What goes on at our house

Well, my blogging has been put on the back burner lately. There are a few reasons, one of which is POOP! At this point, if you're sensitive to the aforementioned word, you should stop reading because from here on out, you're going to hear a lot about it!

I think it is my lot in life to deal with poop. My children both suffer with HUGE constipation issues. Believe me, we have tried all the tricks in the book. At least I think we have. We've tried fruit juice. I've tried being EXTREMELY attentive to their diets...but really, can you force a two year old to eat more veggies. HHmmm??? Nope. They just chew...and chew...and chew...and then throw up every thing else they have eaten because of their extreme gag reflex.

I've tried even homemade remedies made from things such as raisins, senna tea leaves, figs, etc. It even tasted like jam when I was done. Did that work? Nope. And we've even tried the suppositories when it's been really bad. After trying all these things, I FINALLY got a prescription for some wonderful stuff (the Miralax that's over the counter now) that really cleans them out. We started on a large dose and have been working our way down. It has really worked well for the constipation part, but it makes my job much more work.

For Tigger, it just means changing a LOT more soiled diapers. I think I'm on the 5th poopy one for just today. I feel so bad for him. He actually tries to hold it in. So much that when he has to go he stands there, shaking, crying, and working so hard to HOLD IT IN!! Good grief! When I see him doing this, I have to have extreme positive reinforcement for pushing it out. I've heard of the psychological phenomenon of kids thinking that they are loosing a part of them when they go, but it still doesn't make the whole thing any easier.

For Piglet, it means much, much, much more. You see...he is actually potty trained. This constipation thing isn't all the time for him, but when it is happening (like right now) it doesn't matter that he used to do it on the potty. This means cleaning underwear. The medicine makes it so soft that the poor kid actually has NO control when it comes out. And of course, because he's potty trained, it makes him really upset. And without being too graphic (this entry IS about poop...) the medicine makes it terrible to clean up...if you get my drift.

In the last 24 hours, I have cleaned about 8 poopy diapers, 8 poopy pairs of underwear, 3 pairs of poopy pants, 1 pair of poopy pajamas, and the bathroom sink 8 times and (pun intended) I AM POOPED OUT!