Rhody31
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I was casually feeding my 11-month old her bottle (she's lazy, what can I say) when I heard my 3-year old screaming bloody murder from the bathroom.
I put the baby down and hurry over. I've seen her panic for no reason, panic for real, but today I saw "Daddy there's a poop stuck in my butt and it hurts and won't come out" panic.
No idea what to do. I tried to calm her down as best I could. She's screaming that it's stuck because she didn't wipe good this morning and I would have laughed if I didn't feel so damn bad for her.
I had her take some deep breaths and told her sometimes "pine cones" (that's what she's called them since she could talk; when she started using the potty she would peek in and said "it looks like a pine cone" and since then, boom) get too big and you have to push them out. I told her it would hurt for a little bit ("Like two minutes?" she said, tears streaming down her face) but it would be done quick.
She pushed and nothing but more crying. I felt horrible for her but still had no idea what to do, except remembering my mother saying something about breaking it up manually when I was little. I tell her we'll get off the potty and I wipe her, but the thing is crowning. We need a solution.
She starts crying for juice because she said it will make her feel better. I step out the door, grab the baby (who crawled over the to bathroom and was screaming and crying) and put her upstairs in her crib so I can get juice and figure out how we're getting this thing out.
As I hustle down the stairs, I hear screaming.
"DADDY, I DID IT. I GOT THE PINE CONE OUT."
Thank you glorious Jesus.
There's really no parenting book that trains you for a poop emergency like that.
I put the baby down and hurry over. I've seen her panic for no reason, panic for real, but today I saw "Daddy there's a poop stuck in my butt and it hurts and won't come out" panic.
No idea what to do. I tried to calm her down as best I could. She's screaming that it's stuck because she didn't wipe good this morning and I would have laughed if I didn't feel so damn bad for her.
I had her take some deep breaths and told her sometimes "pine cones" (that's what she's called them since she could talk; when she started using the potty she would peek in and said "it looks like a pine cone" and since then, boom) get too big and you have to push them out. I told her it would hurt for a little bit ("Like two minutes?" she said, tears streaming down her face) but it would be done quick.
She pushed and nothing but more crying. I felt horrible for her but still had no idea what to do, except remembering my mother saying something about breaking it up manually when I was little. I tell her we'll get off the potty and I wipe her, but the thing is crowning. We need a solution.
She starts crying for juice because she said it will make her feel better. I step out the door, grab the baby (who crawled over the to bathroom and was screaming and crying) and put her upstairs in her crib so I can get juice and figure out how we're getting this thing out.
As I hustle down the stairs, I hear screaming.
"DADDY, I DID IT. I GOT THE PINE CONE OUT."
Thank you glorious Jesus.
There's really no parenting book that trains you for a poop emergency like that.