Ugh - that didn’t take long
So. SD has had an ongoing episode of constipation. Bad. Real bad. She’s been to a specialist and they have recommended laxatives. Big surprise.
The issue is the Dr instructions say for a toddler to drink 48 oz of water in one sitting... so even on a good day that’s just a huge ask. SO has tried to do one of these cleanouts three times now, with partial success. BM always conveniently asks him to take care of it, or couldn’t get it to happen.. or whatever. My opinions of that subject won’t change anything.
The point is... we had a little success this morning but it was short lived. Who could have guessed a waterlogged toddler would get fussy... SD starts pushing back, SO starts issuing time outs. Wash, rinse, repeat. Screaming for mommy the whole time. Everyone is at their wits end.
I check with him to see if I could try talking to her, make a really concentrated miralax sludge, it would suck, but it would be one and done. Quick. Easy. No more fighting, no more time outs. He agrees. She agrees to try. But as I’m mixing up the goop. SS comes in with BM on video chat.
SD starts talking to BM about how she’s having a terrible day and how dad is mad at her and everything is the worst. My patience with all of it was no longer existent so I just had to leave for a walk. I didn’t have it in me to fight with this kid, only to be “the worst” and for her to cry for her mommy who keeps pawning off this kid’s medical care. I’m not gonna be the effing bad guy for mommy to get a free effing pass. Eff all of this.