So, for all of you who know me well and spend lots of time around me, you know that I love telling funny stories about my husband, Sam. Don't worry...he knows I talk about him a lot so it's okay to laugh. I'm sure he'll get me back one of these days. But, for now here's a good one...our daughter Olivia was suffering from a bit of constipation this week. I know...TMI, but a lot of my stories are so whatever. Anyway, after a couple of days of juice and pears with no "success" I gave her prunes last night...which she LOVED by the way and ate 2 whole containers of them. Again, no success (so I thought).
side note** I am a pediatric RN who is completely clueless on all things related to "normal babies". I deal with cancer kids.
For some reason, I thought it would be a great idea to give Olivia a glycerin suppository early this morning because I was afraid of the consequences of a super constipated baby. Sounds reasonable, huh? Well, what you don't know is that I left 15 minutes later for work and Olivia was here with her daddy. I actually didn't think anything of it because I figured it hadn't worked and if it did...she would be with our most awesome babysitter who is a co-worker of mine and Tracy would be okay (maybe not appreciate it very much, but okay).
Fast forward an hour and a half. I get a call at work...it's Sam...and he just says "I bet you laughed your ass off all the way to work this morning, didn't you?" Dumbfounded, I responded, "why, honey?" and then I remembered.
The bullet. uh-oh.
Yes, we finally had "success". We had success all over the jumperoo and all in our sleeper (which is now in the garage waiting for trash day).
So, Sam earned his Daddy points for the week today. I'm just wondering if Olivia was asking for her favorite parent during the whole ordeal. (refer to previous post if you don't get it)
Sincerely,
Super Dad's wife and second favorite parent to Olivia (I love you honey!)