Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Poop!

One of the things we've been waiting for is the boys to have their first poop. Not because we're overly fond of excrement, mind you, but because it indicates that their digestive systems are working as they should. It also helps them get rid of the bilirubin, so they don't have to spend as much time under the lights. After much encouragement (Mike told James that Matthew said he would poop first, and he told Matthew that James said he would poop first, to create some competition), James had his first poop this evening, and Matthew had a smear of poop (with hopefully more to come).

Oh, man, we're truly parents now -- hopefully we won't be boring you with too many more poop stories!

(Photo is from 5/15, me changing Matthew's diaper for the first time.)

7 comments:

Christina said...

Hey - I've been thinking about you guys a lot lately. New parenthood is a rough transition even without all you are going through. Please tell us if there's anything we can do, or if you just want to talk.

I know you're happy with your beautiful boys, and I'm really happy to hear they're doing so well!

Jeff Pomerantz said...

One of the things I noticed right away after C was born was, that between the baby and the dog, the amount of time I spent dealing with other creatures' excrement was truly staggering.

Nora said...

I am sure that this won't be your last post about poop! It is sort of sad how much time Adrian and I spend discussing Daniel's poo, but you sometimes end up with some very funny stories - like Adrian's story about Daniel's "volcano butt" :)

Jennifer Diascro said...

Way to go, James! Clearly, the second born is trying to assert himself!

And, believe me, your preoccupation with poop has JUST begun. This is all simply rehearsal for potty training, which is just rehearsal for a life of potty talk (mostly at the dinner table and in polite company, as I'm discovering)!

Enjoy!

Tanya said...

Lucy had the same issues when she was born. She wouldn't poop, and they eventually had to give her a suppository and that did the trick! There you go, another ppps( Proud parental poop story)!

Melanie said...

Some aspects of this discussion could have taken place 15 years ago around 1 AM at the Library (the bar, not the place where books live).

Melanie said...

The comment above is actually from Mike. :)