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My pink happy baby is back. Long story short, things were worked out and her breathing treatments have been switched back to Xopenex. For the record, it makes the difference between a happy smiling pink colored little girl and an irritable coughing pale little girl. Ivey could not clear her lungs to breathe well. Yeah to Xopenex.

Ivey also had a GI appointment this morning. He was happy to see her chunky monkey thighs. So now Ivey weighs a whopping 14.3 (give or take a few). That’s 14 ounces of weigh gain since June. Whoo-hoo.

Other than that, all things are plugging along-what I am really trying to say….things are pretty boring around here. Well with a couple of exceptions, but more than likely no one, especially me find them exciting. It’s naptime around, and somehow Walker has developed a case of ‘mommy I have to poop’ at the sound of the word nap. (This has been happening at every nap and bedtime.) This scenario will take a good thirty minutes of naptime. It exhausts me, he laughs, Ivey needs a feeding, Knox needs ‘quite time’ (yeah right) and I am trying to figure out when bodily functions, especially other people’s body functions, will stop dictating my life. At this very second I am rolling my pants legs up because there seems to be no escape from poo.

Oh, and that brings me to one of the last things that the GI doctor said to Ivey this morning. Upon wondering if she had a little compacted poo, he helped her poop some out…..I’ll leave you to wonder how he did that. He noted that it was of good consistency and that ‘wow IT smells’ as he carried the ‘tainted glove’ from the room because other patients would be using the room today. So - is it a compliment to our little sweet pea that the doctor who tends to deal with poo more than the average, thinks that her poo is a little on the stout side? What is it they say …? Dynamite comes in small packages.

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Anonymous said…
You've got me rolling here! Poop is a common conversational word at our house - especially with little ones!
Hee hee:) Yes us mothers deal with lots of bodily functions don't we.

So glad to hear things are boring around there;)
Connie Barris said…
Oh, how funny... that is a common conversation around here too... of course, as a nurse.. I deal with it a LOT so I am soooo use to that stuff!!! (what am I thinking, no I am not)

With boys... I have to listen to it frequently like it's a sports event...sound effects and all!!

So, I am relieved to know that other households hold an endearment to this bodily function.

So I guess this is our scoop on poop...
Borbe Bunch said…
That is hilarious! Good 'ol "poo", us mommys just can't get away from it, huh?
Glad to read that Ivey is breathing better...it can be so up and down with the whole medical world!
Love ya,
Liz
Lynn and Keith said…
how funny. i wish i could say as they got older, they didnt feel the need to tell you when they had to go poo....but I cant.
by the way, i can not thank you enough for helping christa with her flat tire. thank you for showing her how to change a tire. your secret is safe with me. thank you for staying with her until she was taken care of. it meant a lot to her and to me. thanks!
Sarah said…
So maybe when they say, "What a little stinker," they mean it literally? I feel the same way--my entire life is dictated by other people's bodily functions. Someday, far, far, from now, it won't be, but I can't even imagine that! :)
Renee said…
Glad things are getting back to normal now. And you can imagine with a house of boys how much poop is discussed. I don't think I'll ever miss that stage when they grow out of it. :)
AnnaLiza said…
hee hee!

when my son was 'round 12 months, he needed breathing treatments. the albuterol was terrible for him. xopenex was awesome! i was so thankful for this product. my son was soo happy after the treatments!

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