The 3-year-old has been crying all day, suffering with painful constipation. Her cries are so pitiful. The words she uses to express her frustration and her hurt are like the sharpest barbs, and I take each one as a stinging reproof of my not being a good enough mom.
She finally passed out, exhausted with the effort. So sad. The husband and I are both a mess. I can’t even write about this in a way that captures our feelings tonight. With the week+ of no feces, the rash, the fear of pain, the fear of our causing pain by wiping, the fear of medicine….
Tomorrow WILL BE a better day.