Wednesday, May 12, 2010

When Motherhood STINKS-Literally...

Edward our 2 1/2 yr old has been using the potty for 6 months now, he has been poopin for about 3 months and fully potty trained with no accidents and diaper free for just over a month. Yesterday during Noah's Karate class Edward kept saying he had to pee, Robert spent a good 10 min back there comes out and says nothing...then almost instantaneously he says MOM PEE! So being the type that won't say "oh well you should have held it" I walk him back there. Now being a mother you know when something is wrong, and after only a minuet in there I knew something was wrong...I was just wrong about the "something". He was all over the toilet, turning trying to sit, stand, pee like a dog...and kept whining so I immediately thought he can't pee, he must have a Urinary Track Infection. I walked out and told Robert "We need to stop and get some Cranberry Juice on the way home so I can get it in him before it gets bad" and I called and left a message for the Doc.

So we get home and he seems better as we put on their new favorite movie, he only wants to lay on me so luckily we were only having left overs so daddy heated them all up. We had several "bathroom" runs to with no results so I continued giving him the cranberry juice which luckily he drank without issue. He is now naked as i got tired after the 5th time putting back on his outfit and sitting on my lap. I am against the arm of the couch, he is sitting sideways laying over it and I was rubbing his back. He started to whine so I started to pat his bottom, as yes I still do it like he is a baby when he doesn't feel good, in the second he turned to wrap his arms around my neck,screamed and then IT HAPPENED. I could all but scream "help" as hot, sticky, runny diareah filled and over flowed my hand. Not wanting to upset him even more as he was still screaming "NO NO NO" not understanding, I jumped up just as Robert grabbed him and ran off to the bathroom.


So there I stood a hand and shirt full of diarrhea...I quickly washed my hand and threw my shirt in the sink, and ran to the bathroom to help. While I wanted to vomit and sulk in the kitchen about just being pooed on I had a very upset little boy who was still screaming "NO, NO" that needed me. I took over for Robert and sat there wiping him down as more still came out, I encouraged him telling him he "had to get the boo-boos out". He was so upset, "I don't poop mommy, I don't poop" he didn't understand how it was coming out and thought he was doing something wrong. So I jumped into cheerleader mode, and just then Noah (the best brother) comes to help cheer him on. We clapped and chanted "Get it out Edward Let it out" so that he knew it was ok and it took his mind off of it. He slowly began to understand what was happening as Noah courageously explained what 'diarrhea' was.


We spent the night on and off the toilet as he didn't quite understand that diarrhea has a sneak attack. Luckily there was a few diapers still under the sink so I put one inside some underwear and slipped it on without him realizing it. It was a LONG night but at least it is over...

4 comments:

Marlene said...

I'm sure it wasn't funny at the time....or for your poor little guy....but I'm sorry, I'm laughing hysterically because you told the story so well, I imagined a hand full of crap!

I hope he's feeling better now!

Lynn Stevens said...

Oh you poor thing and poor sweet Edward. This will be one memory you will NEVER forget and someday laugh about. Trust me it may take 20 years or so ,but you will. I recall a few accidents way back when my son was little! Treasure them they grow up sooooo fast!

Cathy said...

oh man, that sounds awful. I recall always asking for mom if I was dying when I got diarrhea.

On Monday they check me and everything was still closed up tight. She said I wasn't feeling him move as much now bc he is alot bigger and running out of space. I'm right at 31 weeks. She said as long as he moves 10 a day then she is not worried.

Sherry said...

what an experience love the way you told the story. Poor lil guy and you covered in pooh but total champ to get through it. I love how siblings know just what to say and do. My son had the opposite problem constipated that was an experience gross details.

 

blogger templates | Make Money Online