Osteopaths galore!

I've been taking Miles to see an osteopath for about a month now in hopes that it'll help his colic. I've noticed an improvement but can't tell whether the improvement is because of whatever the osteopath is doing or because of all the other changes we've implemented (i.e. no milk products for mommy). In any case, she's given us the green light after the last appointment. I'm just supposed to call if I feel like he's getting worse again.

Then one of the women at my breastfeeding group mentioned having taken her son to an osteopath for his constipation issues...and the little ding! ding! ding! lightbulb went off in my head. Perhaps this could help us out with Dylan?

I don't think I've blogged about it extensively (because really, I am aware that 99% of the population does not want to read about my son's poop) but it's traumatic around these here parts. I believe our low point involved a suppository, 45-minutes of hysterical sobbing and screaming "hurts!" while mommy held him and had dad pulling the offender out with his fingers for our grand finale. That's the one that prompted a week of baby-enemas and our twice-daily laxatives.

It was getting better to the point that we were down to half a laxative every 2nd day before it started up again. More crying and pulling and hours of cuddling after the trauma is over (the only good part of this whole situation). So to make a long story short, I'm desperate and will try anything. Including hanging upside down from a tree while whistling dixie if I think it'll help. So today we headed to the osteopath for Dylan. I tried to prep him a bit since he's so shy and have been telling him for a couple days that we were going to see a doctor who was going to help him with his poopy.

Fast forward to today, when we're sitting in the waiting room and he keeps singing, "poopy doctor! help!" It was pretty freaking hilarious. He didn't call her a poopy doctor to her face...which I'm kind of sad about, because I'm sure it would've been all sorts of fun and embarassing to explain. But I am proud of how well he did with her. Generally the situation worked in our favor. She was running late with her previous patient so we had 10 minutes in the waiting room (no one else there). This is where all the poopy chanting went on. Then she let us into the room while she scheduled the next appointment with her previous patient. So we broke the ice looking at her clown mobile. Then while I gave her our details and explained the situation he played on her little yoga play mat with stuffed animals on it...she had Bert and Ernie which really helped him get comfortable. So by the time he got up on the table he'd already acclimated a bit. Then we read books while she worked on him and he did great for the entire hour-long appointment.

He's already pooped this evening - although again I'm unsure whether to attribute that to the Osteopath or to the full-dose laxative we gave him last night. I guess we'll see how things go over the next couple days...

But I had to giggle when our nighttime snuggle conversation again included a discussion about the "poopy doctor. help. poopy." (And corn. Because...well you can guess why corn would be involved in a discussion about poop, can't you?)