Lucy is a farter. From day 1 she did not hold anything back. And then of course there is the now infamous Christmas Eve poo, where she fashioned her own way to welcome a new family member. For obvious reasons, her bodily functions are somewhat of a comedic novelty around here. That is, when she decides to go...
For 4 days Lucy has held it all back. Yes, ALL of it. She's frustrated, I'm frustrated. Both of us are near tears every time she pushes, grunts, and wiggles. It's horrible. I have even resorted to depths I would have sworn beyond the limits of my parenting: eating prunes (yes, prunes, the favorite fruit of the geriatric generation) so that my nursing baby would have a little more help in the diaper department. It has been an awful.
Today is New Years Eve and like many others we are planning to get together with a few friends to round off a lovely year and welcome in yet another. Our only problem so far is Lucy, the ticking time bomb of a baby we know will detonate as soon as we begin our festivities.
Wish us luck...
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