No, I was not suffering from a blogger’s block. Could someone be having a writer’s block when they have so much to write about?

I could have written about how wonderful my son is and how he is learning to ride his tricycle.

I could have written about how he responds to all my positive speaking madness all these months and he behaves like an angel, that when he sees the yellow alarm button in the lift, he smiles and and never attempts to touch it anymore even though I never said “No” to him.

I could have written about how happy I am about our new prayer routine holding each others’ hands every night in bed and even communicating our dreams regularly.

Or I could have written about how lousy I felt on diwali day morning when hubby and son were still asleep and that I wrote a post about how I missed diwali in India and then hubby remarked that my post passed a negative energy to him talking only about what I do not have right now and I immediately took that post down without any explanations to my dear readers.

I could have written about how we went shopping to one of the busiest places in singapore and I had to change son’s poopy diaper sitting in the most uncomfortable position and his toddler butt doesn’t clean the way it used to when he was a new born that I convinced myself that I would wash him well when we reach home and I passed his diaperless body to hubby, attempting to put on his diaper. I could have definitely added how hubby got poop on his new formal shirt and how his angry and disgusted face suggested to me that he might cry in front of anyone and how I rolled on the floor laughing.

I could have written about how I usually record my ideas as voice message in my phone and how one night just when my son and hubby had slept, I got a flush of follow up ideas to my “where is god” post and how I also felt lazy to get up from bed and that I whispered into my phone those wonderful ideas. Oh yeah, I should have added that I wanted to listen to my ideas now and all I could hear was strong ‘S’ ‘S’ ‘S’ sounds with the hum of the fan in the background. I have no idea what I had been thinking that night!

I could have written about how my posts are getting longer and longer these days and that I have to admit that I hate reading long blog posts.

Too many things to write about. May be I was just thinking too much that I found it difficult to settle in front of the computer. May be I should start another NaBloPoMo. May be.

My mother used to tell that her first baby (my elder sister) swallowed a small safety pin when she was about 1 yr old. They rushed her to the doctor but the doctor said there was nothing to worry as the pin was safely closed when she swallowed, and to look for it in her poop. The next day, my mom had to dig her poop to find the safety pin.

All these years I had been wondering how my mother could dig another person’s poop. YUCK.

But now, almost everyday I find something in my son’s poop. Carrots and papaya that do not even change color during the excretion process, small bits of paper, mustard seeds, thats how the list goes.

And today it was half a peanut that he had swallowed yesterday. Thanks to the small size of baby’s poops, that we don’t really have to dig.

The baby hadn’t pooped for 3 days. Oh, we were so worried to see him stretch his arms and legs in pain and wail. I tried everything - home remedies, colic drops, massages, warm water, everything. He wouldn’t poop. It must be because of the cereals I was trying to force him to eat.

He was all cranky for the past 2 days. Nevertheless, we went to the department store yesterday. He wanted to be carried all the time and wouldn’t laugh much whatever we do. On the way back, I put him in the stroller because we had to stand in the train where he was chewing his teething rings.

All of a sudden, he started to laugh, aloud. He became too happy and everyone in the train was looking at us, out of curiosity. Hubby and I looked at each other, happy that our baby was happy. Then, as if by magic, it struck us a moment after we smelled it.

Oops. He pooped!!! Because it had happened before. When he hadn’t pooped all day and poops late, he smiles and becomes happy. So this is it. But he was laughing way tooooooo much. Then he must have pooped way tooooooo much too. I couldn’t wait to come home and change his diaper.

So we went to the changing station once out of the train and opened his diaper. It was clean… and nothing in it! It was such a false alarm. I dunno why! May be his wind drops worked. May be he passed gas that was smelly, and that must have relieved him way tooooo much.

We would have to go see the doctor and get a medicine for constipation. To keep with me just in case.. You know, my mother says it’s quite common in babies who are fed something other than milk. Well, another addition to my medicine chest!

Edited: Oh today he pooped while playing on the floor. It’s such a relief for me. I picked him in my hand and on the way to the bathroom, I was singing ‘so you pooped, baby you pooped’.

I had never been so happy see a poop! Infact, I almost said ‘Ooooooooohh thats a lot of poop… hmmmm yummy!’

(* Is someone gagging here? I told you not to read it if you hate poop stories!!!)