I've Never Been So Excited About Poop

We've been home from the hospital with the third member of our family for a few days now (I originally typed "weeks" here, when I first posted this—boy, am I tired), and it's been pretty rough. There's been little sleep, much worrying, and more than a few calls to medical professionals. But all is well now, as the baby finally had her long overdue bowel movement.

She had plenty of wets, but she hadn't dirtied a diaper since our second day at the hospital, and we were getting concerned. The doctor said that wet ones were more important at this point to be sure she wasn't getting dehydrated, but the lack of feces seemed more than significant to her parents. I had been waiting and hoping and wishing each time I changed her diaper but to no avail.

It seems like a weird thing—to pray for poop to come—but I am finding that becoming a parent turns all your priorities completely around. Parenthood can apparently also give you odd ideas on what kids like because I decided as a reward for her intestinal efforts she deserved to try out the swing that has been waiting for her in the living room. So it seems that in my logic, when babies poop they should get a ride. In any event, she seems to have liked it. At least enough to take a nap in.