Yep...that's right...this post is going to be all about that lovely 4 letter word. If you're not into talking about such crude matters, I highly suggest you skip this post and wait for the next one (whenever that will be)!
The Sturm family has utilized that 4 letter word more in the last two months than we ever thought we would. Everything in life has revolved around our newborn and poop!
When Leah was born, she passed most of that icky meconium that newborns have to get out within the early days. Unfortnuately, she didn't get all of it out early enough and that was what caused her bilirubin levels to jump (and gave us an extended stay in the hospital for jaundice). After she was about a week old, and still wasn't going, we called our pediatrician. She suggested using "rectal stimulation" to get her to clear out the last of the meconium. In other words, we had to use a thermometer for more than just checking her temperature!
Things went well after that. Leah was gaining weight and nursing well. I had to keep a chart of her eating, peeing, and pooping habits for the pediatrician because she wanted to monitor her weight gain (which started off slow, but picked up after a week or two). She seemed to be doing what every newborn should. I felt like her poops were much smaller than Caleb's ever were and just figured that was because she was just attempting to be "lady-like"!
Fast-forward a few weeks to when Leah was about a month old and we quickly realized that her eliminating patterns had changed quite a bit. She went for about five days without pooping and started to get very fussy. We called the doctor in a panic and thought she must have been constipated (which is almost unheard of for breastfed babies). She had us use rectal stimulation again to help her feel more comfortable. That began the long road that we've been on for almost two months.
Since that point, we've had to help Leah poop every couple days in order for her to feel more comfortable. We've also tried giving her Karo Syrup and baby suppositories. To make things even more stressful, we have had to visit a pediatric gastroenterologist, watch our little girl get a barium enima, visit a pediatric surgeon, and have a rectal biopsy done on our two month old. The stress has been incredible as this entire process has been a part of the doctor's attempt to rule out any major complications...which we praise God for the fact that everything has shown that she is completely healthy. At the same time, we have no explanation for why Leah is struggling to poop and it's become very difficult to see her suffering.
We are now at the point where we are trying to wait as long as possible to see if she will just go on her own. It is rare, but there are breastfed babies who only go every 10 days or so. The last time she had help pooping was Tuesday of last week. She has grown pretty uncomfortable, but we are starting to wonder if she might just be gassy and fussy by nature. Overall, the guessing game that we've been playing for awhile now is wearing on us all. With no real answers and just a whole lot of trial and error, we keep waiting for the day when we will just look back on all of this and laugh. In the meantime, we're still getting very little sleep and having a hard time deciding where to go from here. More than likely, we will be switching to formula sooner than we had hoped....in the hopes that a diet change will help her become more regular.
All the while, we have tried to keep life as "normal" as possible for all of us, especially Caleb. It's been hard to give him the attention he has needed and he's definitely starting to get jealous of his sister. We are so thankful for both sets of grandparents, who continue to help out in more ways than we could ever ask for! Grandma Sue has been here just about every other weekend since Leah was very young and it has been such a blessing to have her help! During the week, Grandma Leslie makes frequent visits to lend a helping hand.
For now, we need a whole lot of prayer and are trusting that God has a plan and purpose for all of this. We love our little girl and just want to see her happy. Despite all of the digestion issues, she manages to smile in a way that melts our hearts. We know she'd probably be a thousand times happier if she wasn't dealing with all of this and can't wait for the day to come when she is past it all.

