Mobiles and Poops

The week in review: constipation and the discovery of the mobile.

Lately, I have a hard time watching Laura try to poop. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. She will be sitting on the floor playing with plastic blocks having a grand 'ol time. Then, you hear a long sounding grunt along with tear-filled eyes and a red face followed by painful screams. She puts so much into these poops and exerts so much energy, all that comes out is a few toots. I can't help myself from laughing. Really, I become concerned for her comfort.

Laura has been constipated for two to three weeks. Mom and I have been sending prune juice to daycare, trying to loosen up that backlog. Today, Laura had another difficult episode, she cried and tried hard with nothing to show for it. This evening, Mom resorted to giving Laura a rectal laxative. We hope good things will happen by tomorrow morning.

In other news, Laura finally appreciates her animal mobile above her bed. I believe this was a shower gift from Great Auntie Sue. Maybe once a week for the last six and a half months, I would wind it up and let it play. Laura never responded to it, never enjoy it, and didn't care for the thing. I was at the point of dismantling it. But for whatever the reason, this week something clicked and she absolutely loves it! Mom and I play it in the morning, night and during diaper changing times. Laura lays in her crib, looking up at it and smiles and laughs while it plays. Very cute!