Monday, August 18, 2008

and poop


Yeah, we're all a little tired.
But some of us are pooping like a champ.

I can't remember if I wrote about this already, and if I have, tough luck because I am not going back to check. Little Man had not pooped since Sunday evening, the night before we took him home, and by his pediatrician appointment on Wednesday morning, we were worried. No one told us that he might not poop every day, and it's ok if he doesn't. They were so intimately involved with his every-three-hour input/output schedule, that it made us a little paranoid. Is he eating enough? Is he peeing enough? Is he pooping enough? All important things, but to only focus on time spent breastfeeding or how many milliliters taken ("bottling. He bottled well. Bleh), or how pee or poop-filled his diaper can make a little not fun at parties, as well as too focused on the purely biological instead of paying attention to "Hey, how's they baby doing?"

Since Wednesday, he has had one giant green poop, then one pretty big, a little less green poop, and now he's pooping the color of the discontinued M&M, just like he should be, and he's doing it rather regularly. We got all that nasty powdered gunk out of him, and it's smooth sailing... if you call riding the choppy waves of gas smooth.

All this peeing and pooping led to the first load of diaper washing, which was very exciting. It has always been my intention to cloth diaper, and though many sage moms have listened to me with the condescending "Oh, yes, we all think that, dearie, just wait..." look on their faces, I really meant it. They sent us home with the crappy crinkly Pampers that don't feel wet unless they are saturated to monsoon levels, and we used them up; they were going to be thrown away one way or another. We have also used a few 7th Generation chlorine-free disposables while we got our shit together, but now he's been in cloth for the most part. I love them. You have to change them more often, which is good, and instead of going into a garbage can, they go into a kitty litter pail, which is appropriate. Plus, it's just fun to say "Preemie Prefold."

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

nothing smells better than sun dried butt blankets! so 1950's

Mattress~