Literally, poopy time. Thought, just before getting into the shower, as usual, I put my daughter on her potty to go pee. Something seemed very different in her demeanor this time, though. I thought it might be because she was so tired, but it just seemed like she was really upset about something. Then I realized that it seemed more like she was physically straining, not just emotionally. I wondered if she might actually be passing gas, just as I got a whiff of something stinky. Then I thought it was gas. Then I saw the tiny bit of poop in her potty.
I looked at her more closely. Yep, she was very tired, to be sure. But she was also poop straining.
And so, for the next minute or two, my daughter cried and wailed loudly as she sat perfectly on her potty, feet planted (through my guidance), and pooped. A lot. And then she peed, too.
I was sure to have documentation of her first poop in her potty, and sent a photo of her crying on her potty to my mom, explaining it all. When she had clearly finished and ready to get up, it was wildly easy to wipe her butt clean.
My husband had to deal with cleaning the potty itself, because she and I were getting in the shower, and I couldn’t trust her not to get in the way if I’d tried to deal with it on my own. I called my mom, both to tell her and to get her input on how to handle the potty, but she didn’t answer, so I just let him just handle it for this time. I’ll be better prepared next time, to be sure. (Glad I had thought about it at least some already, or I would have been freaking out.)
Anyway, fun times tonight at home!
Thank you, God. Amen.
Post-a-day 2026
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