poop

great title, right?

I never thought an entire day of my life would be SO completely consumed with my child pooping. Or lack thereof, I should say...lack thereof since Tuesday. I do feel so bad for him, because based on the cries and body jerks, he seems to be in quite a bit of pain. The pediatrician said not to worry about it until about day 5 which would be tomorrow and then we can "try a few things to help get things moving."

Dear God, I don't want to even venture my thoughts into the realm of "things that will help get things moving."

We were supposed to go make leftsa (sp?) with my stepsisters and Granny Quiggle today at Marie's in St. Paul, but the completely iced roads kept us in. I was bummed because we have yet to meet little Eli, the 2nd newest edition to the family. But after the hellish day me and Logan have endured together, it was definitely for the better.

I managed to sneak in a few ounces in-between cries before he essentially cried himself (exhausted) to sleep. And here I sit, simply enjoying the quiet clicks of my laptop keys under my fingers...craving a nap, myself. But, I would rather forgo said pleasure and instead go to bed at the same time as him tonight since Daddy is going straight to Monster Jam (yea...that's monster trucks, for all of you refined, educated people out there) after the Boat Show tonight.

Wish us peace and calm for the rest of the evening...then tomorrow, we move onward to a playoff football day filled with hot chili, cold drinks, and Daddy's help :)