Hello blog followers! The Scherman Family Four has been MIA lately, and I have lots of valid, and not so reasonable, reasons why. That's a mixed bag of topics, but it's kind of how I feel right now, jumbled, disorganized and frustrated. Lets start with the simple of our 3 C's...computers.
I can usually do some blog reading during my lunch hour at work...but it's been complete HELL here with the semesters end looming. Kids are scrambling to do missing work...and I'm scrambling to write exams, grade the piles of paper and appease kids and parents by quickly updating grades. It's a madhouse!
C #2 is Concerns...and I have lots of them regarding my babies. My biggest concern right now is my milk supply.
Concern #3 is a big one...literally and figurative...it's B's constipation. Her face gets really red, she cries and shakes and sometimes barely gets out a marble. Her poop is always hard as a rock and black as night. I know, being an avid Oprah and Dr. Oz watcher, as well as a biology teacher, that your poop is directly connected to your internal health. I was worried. My worry hit an even bigger level when B had what we affectionately call the the "Traumatic Poop Episode" on Christmas Day. B hadn't had a BM for a while, so we were hoping with every diaper we would see some relief for her (poor girl). On Christmas Day, we had just sat down to open gifts with hubs' Grandma and Aunt and B started screaming, crying, shaking and sweating. She also holds onto me, stands on my lap and leans over with her butt sticking out when she's trying. It was a horrific thing to watch, my little peanut struggling and screaming out in pain. What do you do??????? I could only try to comfort her. Once I smelled success, I took her to the bedroom to change her (mind you she still seemed uncomfortable and in pain). When I got the diaper off I saw what we call a "childbirth" situation (sorry baby girl for putting it all out there). The poop was HUGE, black and STUCK! Oh crap (pun intended). I didn't know what to do, but I knew my little sweetheart was screaming out in pain, so Mommy was gonna find a way to fix it. First instinct....yes folks...I did it...I tried to pull that badboy out with my fingers. I quickly realized that wasn't gonna happen. I was afraid I'd push it right back in or (try to stifle your gag reflex) possible make her tear (omg). My family gathered around to get a look at this shit storm, and we all quickly brainstormed solutions. So we ended up with...wait for it...a plastic Wendys spoon and some Vaseline. I tried the spoon first. Yep, picture it if you can...me and a plastic spoon trying to save my baby from poop-agedon. Spoon fail. Next I tried the Vaseline. I had no time to wait for a Qtip or Kleenex. I just dove in with my finger and tried to grease her up to help it out. The Vaseline did the trick (thank the Lord), and in her next scream in pain, it came out. And, I kid you not, it was half her size in length, hard as a rock and looked horribly unhealthy. B felt much better, I was traumatized and emotionally exhausted (as I had been crying as I watched her in pain) and the entire family was relieved. However, she then went an entire week without pooping again. I didn't know how to properly feed a girl who was that stopped up. I was sick with worry. We ended up bringing her to our pedi (the best in the land in my opinion) and he prescribed her with a gentle laxative we mix into her water or milk 1-2 times a day. I was skeptical, because this was the exact same stuff they gave us when T had a similar issue and it did very little. However...last night...I saw what our pedi calls "applesauce" poop! I did a little happy dance. I feel so much better she can relieve herself, and I have never been so excited to clean a poopy diaper in my life!
So that's the 3 C's of me baby. I've been missing catching up with you all...so I have to get to reading and responding to your posts. Belated Happy New Year to you all.