professing mama

as i wrap up another quarter of teaching, and as i prepare for my first (and hopefully last) trek to the MLA, i recall a post from several years ago (courtesy of bitch, ph.d.).

following up with the previous post: aidan's all better now. dr. tully suggested prune juice, which worked wonders. he's back on track and seems more content than ever (well, duh, who wouldn't be after going almost two weeks without a BM?). for the scatalogically-sensitive, stop reading now. what i'm about to describe is seriously gross.

three hours after i gave him the prune juice, aidan decides to poop. but this isn't your typical 'explosive bm.' it's explosive, but it's also projectile. yes, that's right, projectile. he literally shat three to four feet in the air. and said fecal matter would've gotten further were it not for the wall, window, and dresser blocking its way. my brother and i were dumbfounded, in shock, frozen. aidan was fine (he was, in fact, smiling the whole time). i've never seen even an animal do this, let alone my four month old son. i kept thinking of linda blair in the exorcist. (seriously, my little bundle of love, my sweet angelic aidan became, for a few minutes, demon baby from hell). once shock gave way to reason, i proceded to clean up both baby and bedroom. dear brother and i are still talking about it with a sense of utter amazement. (an aside: my brother used to work at a kennel for exotic animals and not even he had seen anything quite like this.)

i guess one thing is for certain: prune juice is certainly my 'drug of choice' for constipation. now all we need to buy is a tarp for the bedroom wall next to the changing table. a big, heavy, washable tarp.