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Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Turd in the Park


WARNING! If you find the words turds, poo poo, or potty offensive do not read this blog.

Occasionally, when Angel comes home from her dads she is constipated. I am not sure if this is because of a change in diet or a change in water or both, but it happens.  A few months ago this was the case.  She had gone 2 days without pooping.  I picked her up from my mom’s and Angel asked if we could go on a bicycle ride to the park.  Once we got home and both changed into our play clothes I noticed that she was straining.  I asked her if she needed to go potty and she said, “I poopied in my diaper”.  My thought was finally!  However, when I checked her diaper she had done the smallest pebble poop, nothing to be proud of.  I asked her if she needed to go more and of course she said no.  What kid would rather sit on the pot versus going to the park?

So we went ahead and jumped on the bike and rode to the park.  The bicycle ride was quite enjoyable on this beautiful spring day.  Angel and I sang, pointed out various things along our journey, and I peddled as fast as I could when she would tell me to, “GO, GO, GO!!!!!”  When we got to the park, we were the only people there (this is a very small park in our neighborhood).  I chased her from the seesaw, slide, swings, and monkey bars each time yelling, “I’m going to get you!” as she squealed with delight.   
We were playing at the dome climber monkey bars.  I was inside hanging upside down, because she likes mommy to act like a monkey, and Angel was standing on the outside of them.  I noticed her face turning red so I flipped down and asked her if she was ok.  At first I wasn’t sure what was wrong. When when I saw her little hands gripped tightly around one of the bars and that she had eased up on her tip toes, I knew.  As she stood there barely breathing, straining, and pushing, I coached her telling her it was ok.  I knew this had to be uncomfortable and possibly painful for her. When she was finished and her body had relaxed I looked in her diaper.  In it I saw a big hard turd about the size of a lump of coal.  My initial thought was how could a person this small poop a turd that large?  Then I realized that we were at the park, I had no wipes or diapers or anything else, and she could not sit on this thing the whole way home.  What to do? What to do????  So I did what any good mother would do, I improvised. I looked carefully around the park to see what I could use. Sticks, no, leaves, none big enough, aha! an old icee cup lid was lying by the seesaw.  I waited for a car to pass then I gently pulled her diaper down, held the lid next to her bottom, and the turn rolled in to the lid.  Thank goodness it was hard otherwise it may have fallen through the hole cut at the top.  Once the turd was out of her diaper I chucked it into the woods.  We finished playing and enjoyed our bicycle ride all the way home.
The lesson here is a good parent will always find a way, even if it’s with and icee cup lid!

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