My kid is full of crap…
Ah the holidays. There’s no better time to kick back, relax and spend some quality time with the family. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukah, Kwanzaa or you’re waiting for the next Hale-Bopp comet to arrive, you can’t deny the spirit of the season. There’s something about the holiday music playing. It acts as a sort of, soundtrack to your life. I feel invincible walking down the street in time to Stevie Nick’s version of “Silent Night” blaring in my ear buds. Just when you had forgotten what an altruist Bono is, “Do they know it’s Christmas” hits the radio again. There’s something about the smell of New York City during the holidays. It’s a perfect mix of gingerbread cookies, pine cones and horse poop. The change of season is such an emotional trip.
For the last six months it’s been nothing but doom and gloom everywhere you look. All you hear about is the declining housing market, how greedy Wall Street has become, the struggles of Main Street, the credit crunch, and how can we forget the election. Even Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillipe got divorced. The sky is falling! It’s time to put all of our worries aside and come together. It’s time to give back to our fellow mankind. It’s time to…
…Administer child suppositories. That’s right. There’s nothing that says Peace on Earth like a constipated 2 year old. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any shittier… What does this have to do with my message of holiday cheer? Nothing. It just puts things into perspective that’s all. There’s nothing sadder than watching a little kid try to push one out the back door when it’s got the deadbolt on. It’s like trying to suck a meatball through a crazy straw. It’s like trying to flush a watermelon down the toilet. It’s just not going to work.
This is one of those instances where guys just don’t make great parents. I mean, to me being constipated would be a blessing. It would eliminate so much downtime. I could watch football straight through without having to take a break. I could eat three or four times as much food without having to empty the cargo. There would be no awkward moments at dinner parties (see: Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan). The mere thought that there would be less diapers to change would be incentive enough to turn a blind eye. But as my wife pointed out to me, it can be serious stuff if a toddler can’t “drop the kids off at the pool.” Sometimes you even have to call the doctor. What? Call the doctor because you can’t poop? I thought only old people have trouble pooping. Isn’t that why they drink prune juice and mix Metamucil with applesauce?
When you’re a parent, you learn to appreciate certain things. For instance, if you’re a father lucky enough to have experienced the wonders of natural childbirth, then you have seen the unthinkable. The mere sight of an 8-pound baby excavating itself from your wife’s fush-ney-ney warrants an instant replay and a smack in the face (not necessarily in that order). But what a little two year old has to withstand when the caboose isn’t loose is just heartbreaking. My little one was walking around the house for 2 days making the most unnatural faces. I couldn’t understand what was wrong. She would be in the middle of an activity and all of a sudden she’d stop in her tracks, start to grunt and turn purple. She looked like Violet Beauregarde from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. This is the classic poop face on a kid but it usually takes a few minutes and then there’s a definitive ending. There’s also that wafting stench that says, “I’m done.” The only problem was that nothing was coming out. Poor kid. After awhile, she started to resemble a combination of E.T. and Lou Costello. We would just find her waddling back and forth and making those faces. The only thing that was kind of nice was that for the first time, I started to see the physical resemblance she had to me. Everyone always says how pretty my girls are and how they look like their mom. But for the few days that she was trying to pass the brick, she looked like me. At one point I even put her on the toilet and made her hold the New York Times. My wife didn’t think that was so funny.
My wife decided to call the pediatrician and ask what we could do to help our little dump less truck. The doctor suggested we start adding prune juice and some Benefiber to her morning sippy cup. If that doesn’t help, try a suppository. If that doesn’t help, try a child enema. Holy mother of merciful mayhem! Prune juice I can handle. I’ve even been known to sprinkle a little Benefiber on my Apple Jacks but a suppository? You’ve got to be shitting me (sorry, I couldn’t resist.) Wait, what’s a suppository? I remember hearing my stepmother talk about that once for my little sister but she’s French. So I looked it up:
Joseph R. Duba, MD, posted the following:
Inserting a Rectal Suppository
OK, so you have never inserted a suppository before.
But you are desperate enough now that you have come this far!
I would assume that you have received medical advice regarding the need for the suppository you wish to use. Please do not self-diagnose.
First, you have to realize that the anal / rectal area is just another part of your body. (I would hope you agree). Get comfortable with it.
Relax, and follow these instructions:
You are likely already very sore and might be very apprehensive about creating more pain when you insert one of these things. Understand there will be some discomfort but it is minor and will only last a few seconds. You will not harm yourself.
Take a shower or use a bidet if you have one to clean the anal surface (and external hemorrhoids). Sitting in a very warm tub of water for a while will help relax the anal sphincter muscles and make suppository insertion easier. You might also apply a topical lubricant (like Vaseline, etc.) to the surface to make insertion easier.
Suppositories typically have a pointed end to facilitate insertion. I guess you can thank the manufacturer. It is common to feel a sharp ridge along the sides of the suppository, left over from the manufacturing process. If these are present, simply scratch them off with your fingernail.
The suppository will likely have a waxy consistency. Rub it with your fingers to make it smoother, and to warm up the surface.
Hold the suppository by the non-pointed end and insert the tip into the anal opening. This may be a little difficult to find at first, especially if there are external hemorrhoids there. But you will eventually feel the suppository begin to slip into the opening.
Now just gradually push, keep pushing (it may be further than you imagine) and at some point the suppository will be PULLED IN to the rectum by the anal sphincter.
Do not be surprised if the suppository POPS BACK OUT! You simply have not inserted it far enough. Once it stays in, it's in and will start dissolving.
Congratulations on a job well done.
Congratulations my ass. This is the part where my wife starts earning her money. Suffice it to say, it is almost as hard to force entry, as it is to force exit. I have to hand it to my wife. She really got her hands dirty this time (again, I couldn’t resist). When all was said and done or undone in this case, I learned one thing from this whole experience. Even if your kid is an angel, he or she might be full of crap.
Happy Holidays and a Peaceful New Year! May you all be Out-Numbered in 09…
For the last six months it’s been nothing but doom and gloom everywhere you look. All you hear about is the declining housing market, how greedy Wall Street has become, the struggles of Main Street, the credit crunch, and how can we forget the election. Even Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillipe got divorced. The sky is falling! It’s time to put all of our worries aside and come together. It’s time to give back to our fellow mankind. It’s time to…
…Administer child suppositories. That’s right. There’s nothing that says Peace on Earth like a constipated 2 year old. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any shittier… What does this have to do with my message of holiday cheer? Nothing. It just puts things into perspective that’s all. There’s nothing sadder than watching a little kid try to push one out the back door when it’s got the deadbolt on. It’s like trying to suck a meatball through a crazy straw. It’s like trying to flush a watermelon down the toilet. It’s just not going to work.
This is one of those instances where guys just don’t make great parents. I mean, to me being constipated would be a blessing. It would eliminate so much downtime. I could watch football straight through without having to take a break. I could eat three or four times as much food without having to empty the cargo. There would be no awkward moments at dinner parties (see: Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan). The mere thought that there would be less diapers to change would be incentive enough to turn a blind eye. But as my wife pointed out to me, it can be serious stuff if a toddler can’t “drop the kids off at the pool.” Sometimes you even have to call the doctor. What? Call the doctor because you can’t poop? I thought only old people have trouble pooping. Isn’t that why they drink prune juice and mix Metamucil with applesauce?
When you’re a parent, you learn to appreciate certain things. For instance, if you’re a father lucky enough to have experienced the wonders of natural childbirth, then you have seen the unthinkable. The mere sight of an 8-pound baby excavating itself from your wife’s fush-ney-ney warrants an instant replay and a smack in the face (not necessarily in that order). But what a little two year old has to withstand when the caboose isn’t loose is just heartbreaking. My little one was walking around the house for 2 days making the most unnatural faces. I couldn’t understand what was wrong. She would be in the middle of an activity and all of a sudden she’d stop in her tracks, start to grunt and turn purple. She looked like Violet Beauregarde from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. This is the classic poop face on a kid but it usually takes a few minutes and then there’s a definitive ending. There’s also that wafting stench that says, “I’m done.” The only problem was that nothing was coming out. Poor kid. After awhile, she started to resemble a combination of E.T. and Lou Costello. We would just find her waddling back and forth and making those faces. The only thing that was kind of nice was that for the first time, I started to see the physical resemblance she had to me. Everyone always says how pretty my girls are and how they look like their mom. But for the few days that she was trying to pass the brick, she looked like me. At one point I even put her on the toilet and made her hold the New York Times. My wife didn’t think that was so funny.
My wife decided to call the pediatrician and ask what we could do to help our little dump less truck. The doctor suggested we start adding prune juice and some Benefiber to her morning sippy cup. If that doesn’t help, try a suppository. If that doesn’t help, try a child enema. Holy mother of merciful mayhem! Prune juice I can handle. I’ve even been known to sprinkle a little Benefiber on my Apple Jacks but a suppository? You’ve got to be shitting me (sorry, I couldn’t resist.) Wait, what’s a suppository? I remember hearing my stepmother talk about that once for my little sister but she’s French. So I looked it up:
Joseph R. Duba, MD, posted the following:
Inserting a Rectal Suppository
OK, so you have never inserted a suppository before.
But you are desperate enough now that you have come this far!
I would assume that you have received medical advice regarding the need for the suppository you wish to use. Please do not self-diagnose.
First, you have to realize that the anal / rectal area is just another part of your body. (I would hope you agree). Get comfortable with it.
Relax, and follow these instructions:
You are likely already very sore and might be very apprehensive about creating more pain when you insert one of these things. Understand there will be some discomfort but it is minor and will only last a few seconds. You will not harm yourself.
Take a shower or use a bidet if you have one to clean the anal surface (and external hemorrhoids). Sitting in a very warm tub of water for a while will help relax the anal sphincter muscles and make suppository insertion easier. You might also apply a topical lubricant (like Vaseline, etc.) to the surface to make insertion easier.
Suppositories typically have a pointed end to facilitate insertion. I guess you can thank the manufacturer. It is common to feel a sharp ridge along the sides of the suppository, left over from the manufacturing process. If these are present, simply scratch them off with your fingernail.
The suppository will likely have a waxy consistency. Rub it with your fingers to make it smoother, and to warm up the surface.
Hold the suppository by the non-pointed end and insert the tip into the anal opening. This may be a little difficult to find at first, especially if there are external hemorrhoids there. But you will eventually feel the suppository begin to slip into the opening.
Now just gradually push, keep pushing (it may be further than you imagine) and at some point the suppository will be PULLED IN to the rectum by the anal sphincter.
Do not be surprised if the suppository POPS BACK OUT! You simply have not inserted it far enough. Once it stays in, it's in and will start dissolving.
Congratulations on a job well done.
Congratulations my ass. This is the part where my wife starts earning her money. Suffice it to say, it is almost as hard to force entry, as it is to force exit. I have to hand it to my wife. She really got her hands dirty this time (again, I couldn’t resist). When all was said and done or undone in this case, I learned one thing from this whole experience. Even if your kid is an angel, he or she might be full of crap.
Happy Holidays and a Peaceful New Year! May you all be Out-Numbered in 09…
This was such a funny post and it was also so well written that I laughed until I howled. I'll be back.
ReplyDeleteHave a Merry Christmas :-)
I tried making a comment, but it was wiped, why in the name of almighty god do the compilers of these sites make things so diffficult and assume that everyone has a doctorate in computers. I started my original comment full of good feeling to my fellow men but after wrestling with this site, things have changed as has my mood of benificence, so, a pox on all your houses, a murrain on your cattle and balls to christmas.
ReplyDeleteWow. Maybe there has been a misconception all of these years about what one of the three kings was bringing to Mary and her baby? Point to ponder.
ReplyDeleteI am crying I am laughing so hard.....Happy Hanukkah and Happy New Year to one of my favorite families !!!
ReplyDeleteThis was hilarious!! You are so funny!! Poor little baby!! No, not you, the baby! Thanks for the weekly laugh!
ReplyDeleteNice family,
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas :)
Did you get any of it on tape?
ReplyDeleteToo funny, too familiar! I went through this with my 3 yr old daughter about a month ago, but I went straight to the enema after an x-ray, for goodness sake. "They" don't tell you to make sure the kids "finish" on the potty.
ReplyDeleteYou're just psyched when they make it there! She thought it was fun AT FIRST! Had her cheering "Enema! Enema!" Poor baby didn't see it coming! That was the worst of it, knowing how'd she feel after a few minutes.
suck a meatball through a crazy straw...hillarious!
ReplyDeleteI went through this w/ my older son between the ages of 2 &3.It was horrible - so I can definetly relate to what your saying.It is heartbreaking.But,you made a hard situation much lighter.Very funny, Hope she is feeling better!
ReplyDeleteGood One. Some time we'll get together and I will tell you the story of Adelaide's year of living enemally! ;)
ReplyDeleteDude. dude. Wow. I think the New York Times was all she really needed. Hilarious and hats off to your wife.
ReplyDeleteOMG! That was just too funny, sorta! I've been there..actually..am there. We started adding a little murilax to her juice in the morning. She hasn't been clogged up since.
ReplyDeleteHowever, when she would get clogged up - here's a little technique I would use - it worked - but, I must say - it must have been quite painful as I recognize the Violette Beauregard face you mentioned.
I would lay her down on the floor on her back and hold on to the back of her legs and gently push her legs up to her stomach then rotate her legs in opposite directions. This helped to give her that maximum rectum stretch - and - considering the size of some of the shitballs she would pass - she needed maximum rectal expansion! Holy shit - figuratively and literally. She'd pass one that I myself would have been proud of if it had been me! How the heck a 20lb little girl could produce something akin to that 8lb bowling ball was a sight to see.
Anyway - she would get through it and be fine..but..as soon as we introduced the murilax she's been fine ever since.
Happy Holidays Mr. Jason!
ReplyDeleteI love reading your blog entries.
--Light
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Kudos to both you and your wife for getting through this unpleasant situation. Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeletePlease, please, please... keep up the good writing. Excellant and sadly relatable, although I got called home from work because my babysitter (raised three kids of her own while babysitting other kids for 30 plus years and didn't get rattled ever) got totally and completely, frightfully upset during a very, very stuck one.
ReplyDeleteBoy that was a day! Whew!
Hilarious! I look forward to learning about more of your parenting adventures:0
ReplyDeleteHappy New year! Wishing you all the best in 2009. Good life and good health. More blessing to all of us. Cheers!!
ReplyDeleteYou think having a constipated kid is awful, wait till your child has the exact opposite problem. Nothing says the holidays like explosions donw the leg and all over the sofa and carpet. Fortunately that's in the very far past for me, as my little angel has just turned 29.
ReplyDeleteI hope your Christmas was wonderful and here's to a happy and regular new year!
HA! ... that was some kickin' writing! :) Thanks for the laugh!
ReplyDeleteCheers!
Jennifer
Hi,
ReplyDeleteI wish my hubby is as enthusiastic as you. Maybe I should show him your post to give him a hint.