Saturday, 29 September 2012
"Push a Poo, push a poo, push a poo poo poo!" That's what I used to sing to Nick when he was little. Recently, I sang the little ditty again into Nick's ear and we both had a good belly laugh. But the laugh wasn't enough to elicit any action 'down there' and neither were buckets of medication or even a one litre soap suds enema (we'd given a fleet the day before). This state of affairs is naturally causing him to feel nauseated and exhausted.
Nicholas has always suffered from severe constipation. When he was small, we received a diagnosis of gastro-intestinal pseudo obstruction. Here is a simple description from the New York Times Health Guide: