Seems like lately, all of my thoughts have been about poop. Per the last entry, Scotty's pooping situation has not improved. Yes, there was poop in his diaper on Tuesday morning in the ER. Just some green stuff. Then there was a little more later Tuesday morning (brown, this time). And since then...nothing.
I should clarify that - there was a huge movement on Wednesday afternoon, but we forced that one. Taking matters into our own hands, we used a glycerin suppository to get things moving. Actually, we used two, since he pooped the first one out. So, two suppositories, four rubber gloves, three diapers and one frantic phone to my sister, the nurse, and we were ready to roll. Within about 40 minutes, it happened. Right as Brian and I were watching "Up," Scotty sat in his bouncy chair with a weird look on his face. And then there was a noise. Brian looked at me and said, "I think something comes unhinged." Oh, and how. Lots and lots of poop. It was a great day and I was sure we were on our way to regular bowel movements.
Yet today is Saturday and we haven't seen an ounce of poop. I called Dr. Awesome (again) who had the nerve to go to some conference today and not answer her phone. What, is she like trying to learn more or something? Better herself? Why is she not sitting by the phone, waiting for my inevitable frantic call? And yes, it was frantic, mainly because one of the signs of kernicterus is chronic constipation. I know, several days of constipation is nothing to worry about (if it even is constipation -- as I'm learning, the frequency of movement does not = constipation, but instead, it is the quality of the poop. Huh. Who knew?) but my god, is this my whole life? Something goes wrong and I instantly think of biliruben? If that's the case, I have a very long journey ahead of me. I also have another appointment with the pediatric neurologist in early January, so at least she can maybe offer some more information.
So now we are trying apple juice instead of prune juice. I hope this is the trick. I've never thought so much about poop in my whole life. Every diaper change is a hopefully moment. Every little toot is a hopefully sound. Things are moving in there...now we just need to work on evicting them.