I had to have a c-section in order to welcome this little man to the world. As a result I wasn't up and walking around much right after he entered the world. Also, I was on a clear liquid diet. Result? No poo.
Everyday I was in the hospital people asked me about my poo. I started to stress out about it. The doctor told me to drink some Maalox, but she didn't know that Maalox is the absolute only medicine I can't stand.
Probably because one Christmas eve my mom had me drink some in an attempt to prevent the inevitable yearly festive barf-extravaganza. Backfire...the chalky taste of the stuff was too much and I puked it all over the floor of my grandma's basement bathroom.
I really tried to drink the stuff in the hospital thinking that now, as an adult woman who had just attempted to go through labor, I could handle it. No dice. I got through half of a tiny bottle and had to stop for fear of puking and ripping the staples in my belly.
So they let me leave the hospital without having a movement...which I was both happy and scared about. First day home, no action. Second day...no action. I was starting to get really nervous. My wonderful father-in-law went to the grocery store and picked me up these little beauties.
Let me tell you...they are magic little things.
Get some...you won't be sorry.