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Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore
For the past few days, my daughter's been walking around the house holding her bottom. When I first noticed this, I thought she had a rash or something, but after further investigation and consideration, I realized that it had been a couple of days since she had a bowel movement and she was using her hand as a cork (so to speak). As long as I can remember, I've had my own issues in this department. Constipation plagues the women in my family, so it was obsurd to me to see my daughter holding it in when she has such a rare gift of regularity. Yesterday, I was sitting on the toilet opposite of my daughter's yelling at her to squeeze one out when I suddenly recalled Freud's Stages of Psychosexual Development and realized she was acting "anal" even though, by his standards, she was supposed to be "phallic". I've never really subscribed to Freud's theory mostly because I found the terminology a bit off-putting, but did recognize that by holding her poop in, she had the ultimate control. Neither her father nor I could make her do this one (or should I say, two?) thing. I guess it doesn't take a psychoanalyst to figure that one out. Finally, this evening, after days of complaining about her stomach, back and bottom hurting, and days after my husband and I stopped asking her every hour is she wanted to go sit on the toilet and go poo poo, our daughter told me that she had to go pee pee. I sighed heavily as I came to grips with the reality that I was no longer in control of the throne. There was a new queen in power. I sat with my daughter on the toilet and got caught up in thoughts of what I had to do tomorrow. I began to write a mental list of errands when she tapped me on the leg and pointed between her legs. I almost cried (partly out of relief and partly because of the pain she must have endured) when I saw the huge chocolate egg that was in the bowl of her little toilet. She looked up and smiled, "I was only pretending that I didn't have to go poop." Little stinker. 3 comments from 3 users
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posted by
creatress
on Sep 24, 2007 at 07:49 AM
What a little poo (or big poo, depending how you look at it). Kids do those things though. I suggest dilluted prune juice in the morning. It's what I did with my little poo when we had potty issues and he was little. The taste is really good and naturally sweet, so they love it. It also works wonderfully. Just a natural softener, not too strong. Perfect for little tummys.
posted by
Melody
on Sep 24, 2007 at 08:38 AM
That's really good advice. I don't know why I always associate prune juice with the older crowd. Thanks, Creatress!
posted by
blahblahblah
on Sep 24, 2007 at 09:36 AM
HA! went through something similar a couple of weeks ago with my son. he was holding his poop as well - went on for almost a week. he did finally go, after announcing he had to pee. :)i attributed it to the start of the new school year, and trying to find something to control amidst all the chaos (he loves to control thing). you're right - it is the ultimate act of control!
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