Scary...

Dear Nicky,

Earlier this afternoon, you woke up whiny from a nap. This is typical for you, and you usually stop after some cooing and hugging. This time, however, you wouldn't stop. I went to change you and realized you were morbidly constipated. It was terrible to watch you struggle so hard. You broke out into a soaking sweat from the effort. You wailed and strained so hard, your bottom half turned blue. I helped and comforted you as best as I could, but mostly it was up to you. Eventually you achieved a measure of relief, but you were exhausted afterward. So was I. I was thinking of calling an ambulance! Tomorrow we go to Paramus to see Dr. Solo, who's going to check you out. You are now two weeks post-op and everything seems to be going very well (apart from today's little incident). I'm hoping we'll get some good news. It'd really nice if we did, if some doctor somewhere said here's one less thing to worry about. Let's hope so.

Love,
Dad