Laurel is posing here. Doesn't she look pitiful?
Yesterday, Laurel and I spent about 4 hours in the emergency room of Children’s Hospital. You don’t want to read the play by play, but I will say one thing, and one thing only. When she finally passed the fecal obstruction that had made her life hell for almost 2 weeks, the ground shook, the heavens opened, and I swear I heard the relieved sigh of some infernal deity.
I’ve written enough about Laurel’s constipation and encopresis. Today, the sun is shining, the sky is blue, and my kid is smiling. The Labor Day weekend that began with saying goodbye to a pet and was followed by a trip to the ER will now be improving by several orders of magnitude. And possibly a few magnificent beers.