Archives for the month of: September, 2012

So, further to my bedtime shenanigan dilemma from earlier this week, it has escalated into something wholeheartedly more stressful. By Friday evening we counted backwards realising that it had been five full days since any ‘movement’.  That can’t be good.

By Saturday, Buddy was not only fighting a head cold, but an increasing bout of constipation. Stopped up at both ends!

By Saturday evening the poor monkey couldn’t stand upright, couldn’t walk, and was in tears from 7:30 pm until he finally fell asleep in my arms after 10. Worst he’s ever been.  I tried everything I could… pears, pear juice, high fibre foods, warm bath (which he fought tooth and nail), and even a home-made enema (don’t ask). No joy.

He spent the night in my bed, and hubs was sent to the sofa. Don’t feel too badly for hubs, he probably got a better night sleep than I did, as he didn’t have tiny little feet pushing and kicking him all night long!!

This morning was no better, and after repeating all of the tricks from the previous evening, I popped a movie on the iPad, plunked him in a very warm bath, and waited and waited and waited while Nemo kept him entertained. At least he wasn’t crying. I’ll take whatever small victories I can get. At one point he politely asked if he could pee in the bath, and said ‘sure, why not’ because lets face it… the point of the bath was for him to pass an enormously painful poo… I don’t think sitting in his own diluted urine could really be all that much worse. 15 minutes later, with the aid of a little bath oil, RELIEF!!!! For both of us.

He’s all smiles now, and back to his normal self. But it’s late Sunday evening, so it’s been a bit of a wasted weekend. I can’t believe this entire weekend has revolved around poo. Merde… again.




Buddy is two and a eight months. He’s mostly potty trained (no thanks to hubs, of course).  We’re still doing the pampers at nap time and bedtime… No rush. No pressure.  All in his own time.

What we are working on now, is the ‘number two’ issue. Most of the books and blogs on potty training indicate that since the need to poo is the easiest to identify in your toddler’s behaviour, it’s the starting point to potty training. Not in my house. When Buddy retreats to his bedroom, slams the door, and raises his finger when you try to approach shouting ‘I want that you go away!’… well, you just know what’s coming.  Can’t miss his signs. But good luck getting him anywhere near the toilet.

Last week, Buddy started to embrace the big boy way of doing a poo… but I’m pretty sure I’m getting played now.

His need to sit on the toilet always seems to hit at bedtime (and rarely produces results). And he can sit there FOR-EV-ER!!!  Try to get him into his pampers and into bed for stories, and he whines, “No mama, I need to do a poo,”  and “I need a poo-cuddle” and he’s mastered the art of screwing up his face so it looks like he’s pushing.  Big fat faker. Big, fat, how-did-he-get-so-manipulative faker. #proudmommy

So what’s a mum to do?  I could call bullshit, and wrangle him into his pampers and jammies, but then I’ve got a tantrum to deal with, and a possible setback in the willingness to use the toilet. And you know… once or twice he really was successful.

So it’s 11:30 pm. And he’s finally asleep. No success this evening, unless you consider an extra hour of playtime on the toilet a success (and I’m sure he does)… so I guess we’ll just have to keep on trying. I might just have to slip some dried apricots into his porridge tomorrow morning.


Or as the french would say… ‘Ouf!’

Huge relief. Dad’s quad bypass (not triple!!) was successful, and since my last post he’s been released home, and is being cared for by my mum (who is no doubt overjoyed to be playing Florence Nightingale). We’ve had a couple of video skypes since he came home, and she just can’t stop herself from shadowing him, and constantly touching him. We’re just not that kind of family. He must be inwardly cringing… but I guess it’s incentive for him to get moving and get better!!

Buddy is too young to understand the seriousness of what’s been going on… but not too young to pick up on all the anxiety, so I’m glad that we’re ALL on the mend now.  So a little retail therapy (in his favour), and some choice weekend outings (also in his favour) and we’re all fairly close to being back to normal.

Back to the grind tomorrow. August has been a bit of a write off, so I’d better make September profitable, or I’ll never be able to afford to fly home for Christmas!!!