Diaper Explosion

It's been one of those days today. Michaela had a headache last night that quickly turned into a migraine, which then lead to vomiting in the wee hours of the morning. I kept her home today since she would have just been too tired at school. I keep giving her laxative, but she's still smearing. We'll keep that going.

Maeve has been just fine, crabby, but regular. She never has any accidents. She never has any smears. She's never constipated. I love it.

Alasdair didn't have a bowel movement today, even though he's been on a laxative for the last 3 days or so. And the one little spot he did have was dark greenish. I'm going to keep an eye on that. Green = bad! Earlier today his diaper also exploded, so that was cool. It apparently happened up stairs in the kitchen, then he worked his way downstairs and Maeve laid down in some of the nasty gel on the floor. I found the trail with mounds dropped all over the place from the kitchen, through the living room, down the stairs, down the hallway and all over the carpet in the play room. Gross. Those things are damn near impossible to clean up. It's not as bad as washing one in the washing machine. I know from experience. Twice. Still a pain in the ass.

Let's hope this laxative starts kicking in soon and clears out my two. Luckily it's "dad's" weekend so i get a break from the poop!

Two On, One Off

Michaela and Alasdair are both back on the senna laxative for now. And it seems to be working. Things are moving right along. With any luck it will be just a couple of weeks and I can get them off of it. I hate having to use the laxative. I'm not sure why I have such an aversion to it as opposed to any other meds that the kids take for constipation, I just do.

Alasdair has had some pretty nasty diapers though. With all the fresh fruit he eats, then the laxative on top of it, they are just caustic. There aren't many things worse than trying to change your child's diaper or give them a bath while they are screaming in pain. And you HAVE to either wipe or soak to get them clean. And I'm sure it feels like I'm using sandpaper. I hate watching him waddle around because his thighs are raw and chaffed because of the extra full diapers and it hurts for him to walk. I hate that there is no "how to" manual for Hirschsprung's Disease once you come home post surgery. I feel like the success that families have comes with so much trial and error, and constant second guessing yourself. And once you do figure out what works for you, things change. It's a constant battle managing HD.

Some days Hirschsprung's Disease seems like the worst thing ever.