Projectile Poo

I just read THIS post by the fabulous Swistle and it made me wince. Poor little H. Enry. And it reminded me of the one horrific constipation event I had with one of the Things. I won't say which Thing. That way should one of their friends read this and start teasing them, they can freely say "It wasn't me, it was the other Thing. Hahahaha..."

Short story, I promise! You don't want to spend your morning reading about Poo. I know. Or maybe you do. In which case... ummm... go get your giggles elsewhere. freak.

So the Thing was ummm... clogged. And the pediatrician recommended glycerin suppositories. No other instructions were given. I talked with the pharmacist. He said to be sure to remove the foil. I wish I could say "no shit Sherlock" but I worked as a pharmacy tech for years and have first hand knowledge of how often people need this extra instruction step. That was it. I had no other guidance. There should have been Other. Guidance.

So, with suppositories in hand and a naked baby in front of me, I slowly and gently did what the box said to do. And in less than 5 seconds that suppository shot, missile like, out of his butt along with the clogged matter Clear Across The Room.

SPLAT!

And for the first time in days, he stopped crying and started to laugh.

Parenting is NOT for the weak.