So yeah, my weekend was shitty. Which *ha* didn't involve as much shit as it absolutely should have. You may remember from last week that I was supposed to do the whole poop clean out of Olivia. Poor kid. So on Friday I make the trip to Target and purchase what I figured I needed.
Nine mega doses of laxatives, ginger tea, running around the yard and a really long and warm bath = one poop the size of a chicken nugget.
All day, bitches. ALL DAY I waited for poop and poop did not come. Honestly, but 4 in the afternoon my anxiety went through the roof. I was really starting to get scared thinking this girl is going to blow. It's going to be a scene just like in the movie Bridesmaids and it wasn't going to be pretty. Matt was working so I'm on my own, and I really don't do well with poop or puke.
Fun fact: when I get anxious, stressed out, or generally down on life only two things make me happy: shopping and cleaning. Since I couldn't leave to shop and I have no money, I opted to clean. So my fridge got totally scrubbed down.
So after cleaning my fridge and feeling less anxious, we had dinner. She didn't eat much so I'm thinking this is a good sign, right? Wrong. Nothing happens. We do another bath, I give her a massage, we do jumping jacks, nothing.
How is it even fucking possible to have 3/4 of a bottle of Miralax and not poop? Huh? How is that possible, people???
So then my fear of course is that during the night her body will relax and it will be like Lake Poop in her room in the morning. Fortunately, that wasn't the case. I seriously would have run away for sure.
Sunday she gets more Miralax. No poop at all. Today she gets more Miralax, she poops some but it's mostly just brown watery stuff but no real chunks. I don't know what to think about it at this point. I called the 24/7 nurse at the hospital she went to last Tuesday and they basically told me to just keep doing it. But for how long? At what point does she have an unsafe amount of laxative in her? As it turns out, nobody had any idea and just told me to be patient. Well, you try being patient while waiting for your daughter's ass to explode with shit and then tell me how you're feeling.