Agatha has always been troubled by her digestion-- needing to burp as a newborn, gas a little bit later-- and now, needing to poop. Oh, you should see her strain and get red in the face! It is so sad! Yesterday she was working all day on a poop. Finally I laid her down on her play mat, undressed her, and pushed against the soles of her feet with her knees bent. I grunted along with her and encouraged her, just like she was giving birth. It worked! Two sessions of that yesterday and she was much happier. Michael said I was a poop doula.
With Henry, I'm coaching him to hold it in-- or at least to put it in the proper receptacle. He persists in pooping in his pull-up, just out of a reluctance to stop playing and go to the potty. He often holds it all day while he's at school, and then lets it out at home or on the way home-- but in his pants! This happened yesterday, and as I was scolding him and showing my disappointment-- yes, I know you aren't supposed to do this while potty training, but come on! who are these super-human mommies who can change willfully pooped-in pants without complaining!-- he said, "I'm not too happy about it either, Mom!"
Today he wore underpants to school, so we'll see...
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