The last week or two has been far from glamorous over here. Both of my main girls are having some serious booty issues. If you follow the blog you know that Em is no stranger to the enema and being “clogged up”. I’ve been fighting that fight since she was a just a small nugget. It’s gotten a lot better as she’s gotten bigger and been eating solid foods but she still has her days. While we were at the beach with the family over the 4th, well one of those days happened to REAR its ugly head. (see what I did there?)
It probably had to do with the fact that she was being fed any and everything she wanted.
“Oh you want cake at 8pm?” Suuuuure!
“Ice cream cone?” No problemo!
Pop corn. every.single.night.
I mean I would’ve been messed up from that. But vacation is meant to overindulge and eat junk food so I wasn’t really thinking when we were all letting the tiny trash can inhale the crap outta that crap, well until she couldn’t crap that is.
After a couple of days of being clogged up and some hardcore crying we got the issue under control. Well, at least I thought so. When I got home from the beach she started walking around the house squatting and saying “Poo Poo OOWWWW”. Since we are trying to potty train I knew this wasn’t good for the game. I made an appointment with the pediatrician and high-tailed it in.
The Doctor told me that I needed to start making it super “easy” for her and consequently AWFUL for me. I now have to give Emmie Miralax in her milk 4 days a week. Yep, I know what you’re thinking and you are right. She is shitting like a maniac now. It’s the opposite issue than before. Ummmm, I sort of preferred the old version. But, if it makes my girl feel better I GUESS I can deal with the 8 effing diapers of crap I have to change a day.
Meanwhile, Ginger decided she wanted in on the fun. I mentioned before we left that she was having a grand old-time in the basement. Turns out she had an even better time at Yaya’s house while she spent that week there. (Sorry mom.) When I came to pick her up my mom had a steam cleaner sitting there waiting to clean all the shit spots that my fluff nugget had graced her carpet with. And just so I wouldn’t be left out she went ahead and continued the act when she got home. So there’s that.
So on the same day I took Em to the Pediatrician for her constipation issues, I decided to take Ging to the vet for her “crapping all over the house” issues. The vet gave me two special medications to help with her poops (Oh Goody! Giving pills to Ginger is sooooo much fun!) and two different kinds of special food that costs more than a dinner at Morton’s. She’s lucky she’s cute.
Life around here has been like a fairytale… I wake up, shove pills down Ginger’s throat so that she doesn’t crap all over the house, chase her around so she doesn’t hack them up. Then I go make her special food that smells like ACTUAL SHIT! And as soon as Emmie gets up I mix Miralax into her milk sippy cup. But I have to do this covertly because I made the mistake of telling Bobby about how it was “going to help her go poop” in front of her and now if she sees me put it in she wont drink it. She says “No! It’s Poo Poo.” It’s really not that easy to outsmart a toddler, trust me. They are like tiny ninjas. Then I spend the rest of the day changing 10 bazillion diapers. See … Freaking Cinderella in the flesh.
Being a mom… is a shitload of work.