Well, poor Dylan has been have a few issues with poo recently... either a lack or an excess of it! From Sunday through to the early hours of Wednesday morning (his 1am feed with Daddy to be precise), we have been poo-less. We didn't have one poo-y nappy from Sunday morning. By Tuesday, poor Dyl was in agony, straining away to little avail, except to let off some truly impressive farts (sorry Dylan, one day you'll kill me for publishing such graphic details of you downstairs-trouser activity!) Anyway, after a couple of doses of sugar water, we finally cracked it and, during his 1 am feed, Al found his hand becoming extremely moist. In the dim light of the bedroom Al prayed for an excessive, nappy-busting wee. Alas, it was not to be and Dylan's vest and sleepsuit were as much browny-yellow as their true colour.
It took the pair of us over an hour to get him sorted. This involved actually cutting off his vest, as there would have been no way of getting it over his head without coating his bonce in freshly squeeze poo. His sleepsuit swiftly followed it into the bin as it was far too grim and little-liked to deem worth saving! We then tried showering him down. The poo remained, so we had to sponge him down, then hose him off... a Johnson's Baby commercial it was not!
Anyway, much relieved the constipation was over, we went to be. It's now Thursday night and we've seen no more poo since, so once again it looks like our little darling is blocked up. Great. I've got a couple of dose of Lactulose (a laxative) down him. It can take up to two days to work, so I'm fully expecting a 1am repeat tomorrow night.
Who said being parents was glamorous...?
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