Friday, September 07, 2007

Happy Birthday Daddy! I Got You a Bowel Movement.

Do you remember the scene in The Empire Strikes Back, when Darth Vader ambushed and captured Han, Leia, Chewy, and the droids in Cloud City? The Empire stuck Chewbacca in that holding cell and tortured him with really loud noises. Today I announce that after extensive research in to this theory, torture by sound is indeed a heinous experience.

Noah has been moaning for two days. Off and on at first. He complained of an upset tummy yesterday, and after calling the doctor, we were told that there was a nasty stomach bug going around. We were just praying that his brothers didn’t catch it.

Last night, he woke in the middle of the night crying that his tummy hurt. We gave him medicine and water and eventually he went back to sleep.

But this morning he was no better. He moaned and cried for four hours, so much so that as soon as Leah walked him in to the doctor’s office, they immediately cleared a room for him. And for the second time this summer, Noah was sent to the clinic for x-rays on his stomach. It could have been the stomach virus. It could have been a urinary tract infection. It could even have been appendicitis.

Instead, it was fecal impaction.

Two enemas, flax seed, and a Vaseline coated rectal thermometer.

Now, we get to spend my birthday sitting on the stool in the bathroom, reading stories and telling Noah to push the poop out.

Just like his Daddy, my son is full of shit.