05 Aug

From the start, Nyan’s bodily functions – which at this age consist solely of eating, peeing and pooping – were working just fine. A couple days ago, though, we noticed that the pooping had pretty much stopped. In fact, on Wednesday morning, we noticed that he hadn’t pooped at all in about 18 hours.

Being new parents with no idea about pretty much anything, we were a tad concerned. Not panicked – we’ve been remarkably calm, actually, throughout this thing; I think it’s a virtuous cycle: Nyan is a mellow, easy going kid, which keeps us mellow, which keeps him mellow, and so on and so forth – but a little bit concerned. So I did what one does in such a situation: I googled.

I quickly found a wide range of comments and advice – everything from “don’t worry about it, it’s totally fine” to “ohmygodcallthedoctorNOW!!!1!” But the former dominated, by far. A couple of casual consultations with other parents reinforced that. (And, a scheduled visit to the doctor on Friday reinforced it even more.)

I figured that the most logical cause was a change in formula: for the first few days of his life, Nyan had been ‘eating’ pre-made Enfamil formula from those little 2 ounce bottles that the hospital sent us home with. Starting about late Monday, we had switched him completely to the formula that you mix up yourself from a powder. He was eating and peeing plenty, but the lack of poop seemed to coincide almost perfectly with the switch in formulas.

My brilliant idea: let’s mix it up. Sometimes he’ll get the premixed stuff, sometimes the powdered stuff. (And yes also sometimes mother’s milk, but we’ll get to that later.) My thinking being, something in the premade stuff helped him poop. So if he gets some of that, he’ll poop. A simple and elegant solution, I thought, as I headed off to work.

Solution indeed. Beatrice and Emerald reported that evening that the change up worked well. Very well. Voluminously well. So well that we decided he’d get the premixed stuff only in the mornings or early afternoon, to try to time the poops. Because who wants to clean up huge quantities of poop at 3 in the morning? Not us.

We’ll see how long this works. His body is changing very rapidly – he’s just over a week old but very clearly looks quite different and bigger than he did at birth, or even over the weekend – so we may need to change things up again.

One last comment on this topic: on our evening feeds, when I put him over my shoulder to burp him, sometimes the air comes out as a burp. Sometimes, though, it comes out as – pardon the graphic (or, more likely, juvenile) nature of what I’m about to say – a really juicy fart. This happened the other night as Beatrice sat near us: I was gently and tenderly patting his back to get a burp out, when all of a sudden… yeah. Very juicy fart. We both cracked up at that. “A Hallmark moment!” Beatrice laughed. “Make sure you blog about that!”

Maybe you had to be there.


Posted by on August 5, 2011 in Uncategorized


4 responses to “Poop.

  1. Carrie

    August 5, 2011 at 11:05 pm

    Adam and I went through something similar with Maddy. We said you know you are parents when you are excited your child pooped.

  2. Jeff

    August 15, 2011 at 11:01 am

    They say you know you’re a grandparent when you’re excited about you pooped.


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