Just Another Crappy Day
It begins not unlike any other day here, get the boys dressed, feed them, wash and brush teeth. Just another day all is well.
I love those boys more than myself (actually not hard), I love to watch them grow and try to help them along the way as they discover this thing called life. I believe them to be one of the few things, that allow me to still be here now. I couldn’t imagine a day without either, they are a part of me.
That and more, my loves, my life, my heart. They consumes my mind and keep the demons away for the most part of the day. Watching them play, teaching, talking, wishing all the while I could be either.
My oldest suffers from “IBD” ( irritable bowel syndrome ), from no fault of his own, nor any others that I have pinpointed yet. In an adult, it may be, well an inconvenience to say the least, however with my “heart”, its so much more. The poor guy just literally explodes, if you get the meaning.
We have tried everything under the sun from a restricted diet, low fluid intake, all the things we are told to do with no relief in site. The best we have accomplished for him (and us) is to thicken it up a bit using flax seed (bulk forming) fiber. Not as directed on package, however mixed with applesauce, and mixed thick, in order to contain the liquid his body just wont accept. Without it, its put four ounces in the top, Waite five minutes and clean it up from the floor, clothing, carpet……. You get the point.
It doesnt matter what the liquid is either, from milk, to water, or juice of any kind, it simply will not stay in for any length of time. Its not like we are giving him juice boxes full of chemicals or something, hes at roughly 4 to 6 ounces every four hours, usually with his sippy cup full of ice also so as to melt for later.
He sucks it (anything) down as if hes dying of thirst. It makes me feel horrible watching that, feeling as I have not met his needs. Truth be told if you gave him a gallon every five minutes, he would do the same. We have been to three doctors and 1 a “poo specialist”, best I can determine, and all we get is “irritable bowel syndrome”. That part is definitely true, you feed the poor little guy anything and you can hear his stomach growling until it eventually finds its way out.
I want to be the absolute best father I can be, in every way, and I know and understand its not his fault. What I am having a hard time believing however is that he doesnt know whens he’s “messy”. Some times he will inform one of us, some times not. Hit or miss, roll of the dice.
Hate to get all hyperreligious but it reminds me of the bible saying some thing about that happening in the end times. I was shocked today after a few googles to see forums set up where people were discussing it, as everyday normal for adults now. Guess now I know why the adult diaper section in the stores just keeps getting bigger.
Funny just checked strong’s again:
Blue Letter Bible. “Dictionary and Word Search for ‘incontinent’ in the KJV”. Blue Letter Bible. 1996-2008. 12 May 2008. http:// cf.blueletterbible.org/search/translationResults.c
m?Criteria=incontinent&t=KJV Shows:
Without natural affection 794, trucebreakers 786, false accusers 1228, incontinent 193, fierce 434, despisers of those that are good 865,
But all the other web dictionaries say what I mean to say.
Unable to retain a bodily discharge voluntarily (such as feces or urine).
Or Just another crappy day