It was three days. Three LONG days since Claire had a proper bowel movement. This is the girl who we used to call McPoops Alot. So, I can't even begin to describe how miserable she was because of the constipation. And her misery turned into the whole family's misery.
For days, she would cry and moan and whimper all day long. And then she would wake screaming during the middle of the night. Completely inconsolable.
We were all in a very bad place.
Until about 4 p.m. on Thursday I get a call from Scott.
She pooped. Twice.
Sweet, sweet relief.
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