Saving it Up

Changing diapers was one of the things I wasn't looking forward to as part of parenthood. However, when Magda was born, she eased us into it nicely slow. She initially dispensed little fudge-like turdlets and then progressed to the more advanced mustard-type poo.

So for the first couple of months, ever other time her diapers needed to be changed, she'd have a little present. Nothing too big or too gross.

Some time before Christmas, though, her "schedule" has changed and she started saving things up. The nice thing is that for a couple of days you don't have to deal with poop. The other side of the coin, though, is that when it comes, it comes in heaps.

Last week we were actually starting to worry. She hadn't gone for close to a week and every time she squirmed or complained, we had visions of constipation, blockage and what not. The typical new parents thing -- even though baby books tell you that it's not unusual for breast fed babies to go sporadically. We were even planning to call the doctor once the week was over.

Of course, as it turned out there was no problem -- and I was the lucky one dealing with the overflowing (literally) mess. And there definitely was not any type of constipation, if you know what I mean. I think diapers should be sold based on volume rather than baby size.

I really hope she starts going more frequently again, for our piece of mind. And if she does save it up, she could have the courtesy to go during the day, when daddy's out at work...