MammaMia
12-04-2006, 20:01
Before we had children, we swore we'd never be those parents who talk about it... it's really not one of the nicest topics...definitely not good dinner party conversation.
BUT despite our best intentions, it snuck up on us and before we knew it, we had become one of "those" people ... people who talk about poo, anytime, any place.
They thrust it upon you from the minute your little person arrives: black, tar poo... green poo ... mustard seed poo... yellow poo.
Then you take the little darling home and you discover exploding poos, breastfed poo, formula fed poo...
and then there's constipation...
post-solids poo... stinky, smelly poo!
Followed by toilet training, wiping bottoms....
it never ends! We talk about poo, we have far too much contact with poo and we become one of them.
I realised recently that there really is no hope for me. After 6 months of runny, exploding poos from my DD who is allergic to cow's milk protein, we were at my in-laws home to write a eulogy for a family member. The mood was solemn, the task one of quiet reflection.
From DD's rear end emanated a smell that commanded my attention. Popping her down on the ground to change her, I unwrapped her to reveal a long awaited prize .... a real, honest to goodness, poo! I wanted to jump up on my seat & punch the air like Tom Cruise! I was so excited! At last, after months of worry and wondering, DD's gut had healed and we had POO! I looked around to share my delight and realised there would be no high 5s happening here.
So, I held my news until I got in the car with DH to head home. And then I told anyone who would listen... my parents, my sister, my friends. Every little parcel for the last couple of weeks has been met with a quiet sense of satisfaction.
So, I make my confession: I am a poo talker. Sad but true.:eek: :D :o
Signed
Bring on the Sorbent Ads.
BUT despite our best intentions, it snuck up on us and before we knew it, we had become one of "those" people ... people who talk about poo, anytime, any place.
They thrust it upon you from the minute your little person arrives: black, tar poo... green poo ... mustard seed poo... yellow poo.
Then you take the little darling home and you discover exploding poos, breastfed poo, formula fed poo...
and then there's constipation...
post-solids poo... stinky, smelly poo!
Followed by toilet training, wiping bottoms....
it never ends! We talk about poo, we have far too much contact with poo and we become one of them.
I realised recently that there really is no hope for me. After 6 months of runny, exploding poos from my DD who is allergic to cow's milk protein, we were at my in-laws home to write a eulogy for a family member. The mood was solemn, the task one of quiet reflection.
From DD's rear end emanated a smell that commanded my attention. Popping her down on the ground to change her, I unwrapped her to reveal a long awaited prize .... a real, honest to goodness, poo! I wanted to jump up on my seat & punch the air like Tom Cruise! I was so excited! At last, after months of worry and wondering, DD's gut had healed and we had POO! I looked around to share my delight and realised there would be no high 5s happening here.
So, I held my news until I got in the car with DH to head home. And then I told anyone who would listen... my parents, my sister, my friends. Every little parcel for the last couple of weeks has been met with a quiet sense of satisfaction.
So, I make my confession: I am a poo talker. Sad but true.:eek: :D :o
Signed
Bring on the Sorbent Ads.