T’s been sick, fever mostly. But yesterday dude got some pretty nasty diarrhea. Of course this morning we had a 5 hour drive ahead of us. I packed a bunch of extra clothes for him plus some cleaning supplies and I warned my father who was traveling with us that we might have a pretty big mess on our hands. He suggested that we stick a pull-up on him. We did it last January when T had a wicked stomach bug.
I calmly told T he needed to wear a pull-up for the ride and he preceded to completely melt down. He turned into a weeping puddle in my arms. He begged me to let him keep his underwear on. He promised he wouldn’t have diarrhea in the car.
My mom told him even grownups have to wear pull-ups sometimes when they can’t control themselves. That it was not a big deal. But T was inconsolable. Dude has been potty trained for more than a year and hasn’t been wearing pull-ups overnight for almost that long. He simply couldn’t hear that the pull-up wasn’t a punishment.
So no pull-up.
We got in the car and made a quick stop at the grocery store. My dad rushed in and I quickly told him that I was having a bit of an anxiety event and that when he came out I needed to run inside. Because diarrhea.
From the backseat T piped up with, “Well, Mommy, if you have diarrhea you are going to have to wear a pull-up!”
Touché little man, touché.
Sweet kid with a nasty fever. He didn’t crap in the car, by the way.
My name is Karen Cordano and I have Irritable Bowel Syndrom and an anxiety disorder. As a travel companion I am a treasure.