joys of motherhood

ben hates pooping. i mean really hates it. we can't figure out if he just hates pushing or is so constipated he can't push it out. either way poop time is so not fun. he used to do a little dance and find his own private corner and do his business. now he does a really dramatic hopping/skipping dance and yells,"change my bum! change my bum!!" but of course there is no poop in the diaper yet. so when my mom was here helping after cole was born she was convinced that he was just really really constipated and needed an enema. so scott and i barricaded ourselves in the bathroom with ben for battle. we laid out towels on the floor to catch drips and had a stack of diapers and wipes at the ready. i felt so evil when i laid ben down and told him i was giving him medicine to help him poop as i was pushing the enema up his bum and squeezing out the contents. i can still remember my mother giving me enemas when i was little. pretty soon ben was doing a major major poop dance up and down and screaming for a new diaper. he broke out into a cold sweat and squeezing his "bit" (stuffed frog) saying, "bit help ben. make him feel better." we went through four disgusting poopy diapers before the ordeal was over. my mom came up and looked at me knowingly and said, "the joys of motherhood." i looked back at her totally defeated and said, "the hits just keep on coming!" it's true. some days i just can't catch a break and being a mom is horrifying. like watching your son scream in pain and knowing you made it happen, and then cleaning up the mass of poop that you also brought on yourself.