The Trouble With Butts

Yep.  This blog is about the trouble with butts.  Not the conjunction buts, but rather the back end of a person kind of butt.

(Disclaimer...this is not a butt that belongs to anyone I know!)

For those people that know the Woods' Family well, you've heard our trials regarding Reilly's fanny.  It doesn't always do what it's supposed to do.  As in, it never hardly ever releases the digested and processed food from his belly.  Let's be frank...the kid just doesn't poop.  Like ever.

This isn't a new issue.  We've been dealing with it for quite some time now.  We've chatted with people, we've taken medicine, we've done lots of suppositories, and we've even eaten special food and drank special drinks.  Heck, we've even prayed for poop.  A LOT.

After visiting the Dr. a couple of weeks ago, we've been taking 2 cap fulls of Miralax, 2 fiber gummies, 3 Tbsp. of mineral oil and really limiting the amount of dairy he's gotten each day.  Just last weekend I nearly did cartwheels down the aisle at Meijer when I found PRUNE ACTIVIA yogurt.  There's really no explainable way why this kid isn't running around constantly pooping...but it just isn't happening. 

Ms. Betsy (our babysitter)  is amazing and totally on board with trying to get Reilly to poop.  She takes such good care of him, does exercises that he's supposed to do and feeds him high fiber foods.  She also usually gives us a run down of diapers when we pick up since she knows we're tracking them closely.  We're so lucky she's a part of Reilly's life and his pooping progress. 

I got a phone call from our pediatrician on Friday that we were being sent to a specialist at Memorial, who will do some further investigating to see what's going on.

We also got some other news on Friday. 

News we weren't expecting.

News I'm not sure we were ready for.

News that doesn't make us proud.

Dave went to pick up Reilly from Ms. Betsy's after work on Friday and found this waiting for him.

And then Ms. Betsy began to tell Dave about Reilly's day.  She went to change his diaper earlier in the day and saw something strange.  (Remind me sometime to blog about what she found previously this week in his diaper.)  There was something in his diaper that didn't belong. 

I'll spare all the details, but let's just say, it hadn't completely passed.  She had to help.  And she saved it for us.  Luckily it's not a great picture.  (You should still skip this part if you are weak stomached!)

MY KID ATE A CAPRI-SUN STRAW.

AND WE HAD NO IDEA.

WE DON'T KNOW WHEN.

WE DON'T KNOW HOW.

WE DON'T KNOW WHY.

But he ate a straw, and Ms. Betsy had to pull part of it out.  Of his bum.

SERIOUSLY?

OH. MY. WORD.

I have no idea if this has been part of the pooping issue. Not that I'm excited that he ate and swallowed a straw, but I am praying that was issue and now that it's out, we'll get back to normal.    We've had some movement this weekend--more than usual, but still not enough.  My fingers are still crossed though.

Thank Goodness we have some pretty special guardian angels looking down on this crazy boy...we could have had some very serious issues with that silly straw.

Now...we're going to bed to pray for more poop.  We'd appreciate your prayers, too.