Technical Difficulties

Z has never been constipated. In fact, she has always been so regular that you could set a clock by her potty schedule (that is if you would do those sorts of things, I personally would never set a clock to a child's bathroom habits, but hey, whatever floats your boat). So, this afternoon when we got home from church, I was surprised when Blade came to let me know that Z was having issues.

At first, when he came to get me, I thought it was going to be about some newly discovered disgusting potty dilemma (like this or this) but when I entered the bathroom and saw the look of agony on her face, I knew that this was new territory for both of us.

I knew immediately what had caused the issue. We had gone to see A play football yesterday at 2 in the afternoon in the 100 degree heat and she was refusing to drink the water or Gatorade that she was being offered. I knew that she was a little dry, I guess I underestimated what that could do to a girl.

As this afternoon wore on, she complained that her tummy hurt, refused to drink the water that was being offered her, begged me to give her medicine and whimpered like a new puppy. She was quiet most of the afternoon, but one look at her little face let you know that all was not right in her world.

Finally, I ran out to the store and got her some Apple Juice. She only drank about 3 sips before she fell asleep on my lap. I was so glad that the Scare Bear was here so that I could run out without taking Z, she is going through a stage that she wants me to carry her 47 pound body rather than walking and I am sure that this behavior would have been exacerbated by the fact that she did not feel well.

I laid her on the loveseat while I crocheted and worried (crocheting is a great way to worry if you are a fidgeter like I am, it gives purpose to your hands and you can make something pretty, bonus: you don't have to use your brain power to do it once you have learned it, so you can worry the sky a different color if that's what suits you).

Around 10, I heard dripping water and looked up to see that the girl was peeing all over the couch and it was dripping off of the side and onto the floor. I got her up, stripped off her clothes and sent her to the bathroom. Z, in such a sleepy state, decided instead to try to climb back up onto the now wet sofa. That's when I saw that she needed to go to the bathroom immediately. (I will not go into details on that, you can use your imagination if you so choose.)

I plopped her onto the toilet while she cried that it would hurt and "please, momma, no!", and then I heard the biggest, most relaxed sigh that I have ever heard in my life. I am not sure that I have ever been so excited to check the toilet bowl than I was tonight.

I am so glad that I do not have a child that wants to hold it in. Or that gets stopped up easily. It really throws off my day.

You can now return to your regularly scheduled program, yet another potty disaster has deftly been diverted by yours truly.