Since the day Lilah was born, I have relied on her poops as the best measuring stick of her digestive health. And if you're just tuning in, or have somehow managed to miss my near-constant griping about reflux and constipation, Lilah has had a whole host of digestive issues. So is it really all that surprising that I feel compelled to inspect every poop? I hold her dirty diapers up under the light, examining each specimen for colour, shape, size, and consistency. The Hubs seems to think this behaviour is quite abnormal, but ten bucks says there are other mommies out there who do the same.
Despite the teasing and face-making, the Hubs indulges this proclivity of mine by calling me over to examine a fresh dump, and sometimes even saving a dirty diaper for me if I'm not immediately available to perform the inspection. At the very least, I expect a full, detailed report on poops I am not witness to. Occasionally, differences in poop terminology result in heated debates. The Hubs recently included the word "foliage" in a poop report, causing much confusion on my part. I'm still puzzling over that one - what do leaves have to do with my daughter's faecal matter?
I know that I can't possibly be the only Poop Inspector out there because, at a recent visit to the pediatrician, I was shown an entire chart dedicated to describing the shape and consistency of baby poop. Whoever came up with the chart was almost as thorough an inspector as I am! So, c'mon, fess up, who's with me?