My Ebenezer

Posted Nov 3rd 2007

by Ebenezer

With a title like that, it’s got to be a good post, right?

We were staying with Granny at the lake last night and Carter and I were sharing a room. I hadn’t been feeling great all evening – even think I had a fever for a bit – but nothing too major. Carter woke up about 1am and was scared because he didn’t recognize where he was. I talked to him for a minute and then realized I’d better get to the bathroom, and fast.

I told Carter I’d be back in a minute and not long after getting there I heard the pitter patter of his feet coming towards me. Granny’s bedroom is right next to the bathroom and the walls are VERY thin so we were trying to whisper and be quiet. It’s difficult to have a conversation like this one quietly, though.

Carter: Mommy, are you gonna poo?
Me: Mommy’s tummy is feeling a little sick, baby.
Carter: Are you gonna make DIARRHEA?
Me: I think so
Carter: Can I see it?
Me: You will certainly get to smell it sitting at my feet that way.
Carter: Oh, Mommy! I want to SEEEEEE it. (trying to pry my butt off the pot)
Me: Carter, we have to wait for it.

Suddenly, my stomach makes the loudest gurgling noises I’ve ever heard.

Carter:(eyes wide as saucers) Was THAT your TUMMY?
Me: Yes, that was my tummy – it’s not feeling very good.
Carter: It sounds MAAAAAAAAAD!
Me: Well….
Carter: oh! I just heard you poo, mom and it wasn’t diarrhea!
Me: Yes, well, maybe my tummy is feeling better.

brief pause

Carter: EEEEWWWW! THAT sounded like serious diarrhea!
Me: Yep, it sounds serious alright.
Carter: Does your tummy feel better, mommy?
Me: Not yet.
Carter: Go some more, mommy, it will help.
Me: Thanks, Carter.
Carter: WOW! That sure is some diarrhea! It’s stinky.
Me: You could always go back to bed.
Carter: No, mommy, I don’t want to leave in here by yourself.

Carter: It’s time to wipe your butt, mom.
Me: um, no, not quite.
Carter: You mean there’s MORE diarrhea?
Me: I think so, baby.
Carter: gagging, Mommy, it REALLY stinks.
Me: Almost done.
Carter: Mommy, paaahhhlleeeeease wipe your butt so we can get out of here!

I can only be grateful that this little encounter happened in private and not in a public restroom. The worst part was that after we got back to bed it took him about an hour to go back to sleep. After about 15 minutes, I really needed to revisit the bathroom but knew he would come with me and take even longer to get back to sleep so I waited. And prayed. And waited some more. Finally, when I was sure he was asleep, I tiptoed back to the bathroom.

Now, aren’t you glad you read this blog? I decided to give “potty talk” it’s own category since i end up writing about it so often.

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