What's worse than a Pull-up blowout desecrating 3 towels, 2 washcloths, 1 pair of pajamas, 1 set of bedsheets and 1 bathtub, all courtesy of a 4-year old?
A Pull-up blowout desecrating 3 towels, 2 washcloths, 1 pair of pajamas, 1 set of bedsheets and 1 bathtub, all courtesy of a 4-year old suffering from intestinal parasites.
Goodness gracious. (Anyone know what Beastie Boy song that line is in? 5 Gold Stars if you do!)
Poor Miles has major elimination issues. He is petrified of having to do a #2 in the little plastic bowl the hospital gave us. We've been trying to get a sample since last Friday.
He's a sly one, that boy.
Over the weekend and Monday/Tuesday, he used a public restroom each time we left the house. Now I don't know what you would do, but I'm not a Mama who carries around a little plastic bowl, rubber gloves and a testing kit with me in my purse.
On Wednesday, the little stinker waited until I was in the basement, trying to dig out the Crash-n-Go Speedway in the storage room. Soon as that door shut, he ran to the bathroom and did his thing before I knew what happend.
Then Thursday and Friday he held it. I knew he was holding it. I made numerous attempt to get him to go in the bowl. I tried cheering, soothing, being stern, being overly smiley---nothing. Nada. Zilch. I tried oatmeal, warm baths and running around the yard. Nothing. Nada. Zilch.
But at sometime in the night all that trying came to fruition in the biggest blowout ever.
So I need some help here. Experienced stool-testing parents, any advice for me? How do I get him to go in the medical bowl? Keep in mind our language skills are sorely limited, so I can't explain to him just this once, and if I try to bribe him, I don't know how to explain it to him that he won't get a prize everytime.
This is what my life--and blog--has been reduced to. Blogging about poo.
I apologize blog readers, I truly do. But I need the help. So please, share your wisdom!