And the poop keeps coming...

I was quite pleased the first 24 hours that he didn't poop. Hooray for not having to change, rinse, and wash any poo-stained cloth diapers for a whole day. The second day, I was still kind of happy about it (I mean, who wouldn't be?!) but was beginning to wonder what was going on. The third day I was beginning to be alarmed, and started reading my baby books and googling "infant constipation." Day four, which happened to be a Saturday, I of course called my midwife on her cell phone (she never should have given me that number...) "Hey, it's Katy. Sorry to bother you on the weekend {again} but I am sort of worried about him. He hasn't pooped in four days, and I am concerned about his colon, you know, maybe it's backed up or something?" She assured me, calmly, while she was trying to clean her house and put on a 4 year old's birthday party, that breastfed babies often go a few days without a bowel movement. Her oldest son went a week, and it was perfectly fine. So I decided to wait, patiently, and let his bowels move on their own time.

So we waited.

And waited.

And this morning, it came.

Never in my wildest imagination did I ever think that a baby who weighs less than 20 pounds could ever poop so much at once. It was easily the poop of a grown man. A good 2 cups of the stickiest, grossest brown goo I have ever seen had exploded out the sides of his diaper, and when I took it off there was poo all the way from his tailbone to his belly button. You couldn't even tell he was a boy, his baby parts were totally covered and unrecognizable. It was amazing.

He was happy as a clam, probably because his tummy wasn't being smooshed up to his chin by all that poop in his bowels. I was horrified. And Daddy gave him his first shower.

At least now I know what to prepare myself for when he goes a few days with solely wet diapers...sheesh.