As a newborn Colin did the typical poop after/during each feeding thing. So feeding every 2 hours = pooping every 2 hours.
It slowed down as he reached 2 months and became a twice a day thing. At around 3 months he went to once a day. Then, at 4 months, he went to once or twice a week (normal for babies who are exclusively breastfed because apparently breast milk is so perfect it is possible that there can be little waste).
Now, at almost 5 months (tomorrow!), he is back to pooping every second day. And occasionally pooping at night. In the middle of the night.
Col is a silent pooper. His toots are as loud as a grown man and smell disgusting. But his poops are silent and don’t always come with accompanying grunts. Usually they are foreshadowed by some aggressive tooting, but sometimes not.
This means that in addition to getting up repeatedly throughout the night to see if he is still breathing, I get up to see if he has pooped. Meaning, I sniff his butt. Throughout the night. To see if he smells like buttered popcorn. Sure enough, every few nights I find a poop. I’m afraid to not check and have him sit in a poopy diaper all night. Which would make me a bad mother. Which even I know is not true. But would I ever feel guilty. So I sniff his bum when I check to see if he is breathing or not. And I spend time writing a blog post about it.
This is what my life has become.
