We have poo. Lots and lots of poo. And I'm so happy to see it.
Don't get me wrong I'm not some kind of freak, but for the first time in three weeks, my Lucy isn't complaining that her tummy hurts. She's not randomly dropping to the ground and crying in pain for a few minutes, before getting up, good as gold and going on her merry way again, before repeating the whole heartbreaking cycle a few minutes later.
Last night she slept. All night. Solidly. For 13 hours. She cried only once, and that was because her blankets were tangled around her feet and she was stuck. There was no screaming. There was no night-time "skid-marks" (yeah, she actually says that she has a "skid mark". Its hard not to laugh.) There was no delaying getting into bed.
TMI I know, but the poor child dropped a log that Matt claims he would have struggled with, and almost immediately asked to go to bed. This constipation gig has really been taking it out of her.
And today? She is like a new child! She's agreeable and we're already seeing improvements in her appetite. She asked for breakfast this morning. A first. Then she asked for yogurt and toast at lunch. Afternoon tea rolled around and she ate an entire banana, two tim tams and drank two cups of water. That's more than she ate in almost a week previously.
I'm going to go back to that hospital with a massive bunch of flowers and there is a pretty good chance i
I never in a million years thought i would get excited to see a stinky poo.