The Straight Poop

One of the biggest challenges we’ve faced with Mister C is regular bowel movements. At 7 years old, you’d really expect the child to be fully potty trained, and he was, at one point. As a baby and toddler, he had no issues with poop, and we didn’t notice any problems. He graduated into big boy undies and everything. It was no longer something we worried about. He was trained.

Then, as he grew, bowel movements became less frequent. He’d go once every few days. We stated keeping tabs on him because we had previously dealt with chronic constipation with E. With C, when we would notice that it had been a few days since he went last, we’d slip a dose of Miralax (polyethylene glycol 3350) into what he drank, and it seemed to help keep things flowing (so to speak). Of course, Miralax and other similar medications only work if you drink plenty of fluids. Thankfully, our boys have always been big water drinkers.

At the beginning of the year, about the time we started our mega trips every other week to OT and PT, we stopped paying much attention. We’d ask if he’d gone and get the “I can’t” or “I don’t need to” type of answers. So, we’d add a bit more Miralax into his diet and increase his fluid intake and hope it helped. The problem is that, with traveling every other week, his body had a hard time keeping up with its own needs. Many people suffer from a bit of a “plug up” when they travel, so it’s easy to understand that a child with sensory issues would struggle even more.

Back in early April, after a few months of this back and forth therapy routine, I realized that C’s poo issue had completely slipped my mind, and I tried to remember when he had last actually “gone.” He had been “leaking” into his underwear for some time. How long had it been? I realized that he had not gone in weeks, possibly a month! Boy, did the guilt slam into me. This had previously been an issue and, back in August, he had to be flown to the ER because he was so blocked that he couldn’t even urinate. Fear flooded my mind as I imagined having to go through that ordeal again.

Hubby and I discussed what we to do. We decided to follow the hospital-directed protocol we had previously used with E for a “cleanout.” This cleanout consisted of large doses of Miralax and a laxative each day until he went, consistently encouraging him to drink water and scheduling regular, timed trips to the bathroom. After a few days, he was obviously not doing well– he was constantly leaking, and smelled of poo all the time, plus he wasn’t eating well, which caused him to not feel well. We couldn’t leave the house with him because we were waiting for the “big moment,” didn’t want to embarrass him since he smelled, and usually needed fresh clothes throughout the day. When this process wasn’t showing results, we tried an enema, per our pediatrician.

We did three or four over a course of a week with NOTHING to show for it! We’d been using every tool at our disposal and no rewards. So, we finally make the decision to take him to the Children’s Hospital ER. That, in itself, was not easy– an hour ferry ride plus about a two-hour drive. We could have gone to a much closer hospital but, we wanted child specialists; a place that might understand the sensory issues involved.

Once at the hospital, we spent several hours waiting. We had an amazing nurse that was very understanding and seemed to really want to help. He even went to bat for me with the doctor when we were being sent home and I wasn’t in agreement that that was the right move. Basically, the doctor said, because he could still pee, C was not an emergency situation, and there was nothing they would or could do until we tried their cleanout protocol. It was basically what we had already been doing but, with a specific laxative. I was told to go home and keep using their protocol for cleanout and come back in three days or so if there was no change. To that doctor, it did not matter that we had been trying for a week, that there was a history of blockage, or that there were sensory issues involved. Needless to say, I was not a happy mommy. C was thrilled to go home though. He was bored sitting around with nothing to do. So, we spent the next week doing the same thing but according to that hospital’s rules, with another enema, all with no results.

So, we headed back to Children’s Hospital and, thankfully, we got a different doctor who seemed inclined to be as helpful as possible. They dosed C with more laxative and waited a bit to see how things progressed. Eventually, after much waiting, they tried a special enema, and we waited some more. Now, my experience with hospitals usually involve rooms with private bathrooms. This place didn’t have that. The poor little guy had to walk down the hall in a ridiculously short hospital gown, trying to stay covered in front, me keeping it closed in back, all the while needing to potty really bad! Eventually, he was able to go some, how much was unknown though. After he finally went, they decided to get an x-ray to look for blockages. Because they had no previous scans to compare it to, it was judged that he was cleared out, with only pockets of gas remaining, and we were sent home.

In theory, now that he was cleaned out, we should be able to keep him on a schedule and I even started a “Poo Diary” as I called it. I needed to be sure that he was going regularly. We did not want this to happen again. Again, despite this kid eating normal and staying hydrated and being given medicines to keep things soft and flowing, he was not going daily, or even every other day. And, he was still leaking into his underwear.

It was around this time that we decided to sell our house and move to an area that could better serve our children’s needs. So, now, four and a half months later, we are settled in our new home, have found a wonderful pediatrician for the boys, and even have all their various therapies lined up. On our first visit with the pediatrician, we talked about C’s issues with regularity. After all this time and effort on our part, he is still having issues. His leaking was so bad that we had to switch back to pull-ups to contain the leakage and keep it from staining his pants and any furniture he sat on. He still doesn’t want to sit on the toilet, “afraid he’d miss something” or, “it takes too long.” It doesn’t matter if we sit with him or even give him the iPad to play games on. Nothing can make this kid spend time on the toilet. Part of that is connected to his ADHD and part to his ODD. The pediatrician offered yet another “cleanout protocol” for us to try. He wants us to keep up with it and, if things don’t improve, we may need to see a GI specialist.

Regardless, nothing was helping. At times, we’d send him to the bathroom to try to go and he’d have already gone in his pull-ups and not even been aware of it. He can literally sit in his own poo all day and not realize he’s gone. He tells us he can’t push it out, he never knows when he needs to go, and he doesn’t even feel it when he has gone in his pants. So, this is our new normal: tactfully telling our son that he stinks and needs to be cleaned up, cleaning him up several times a day, making us feel like we have a toddler again. Nothing seems to help, and we are planning on consulting a GI specialist to see if there may be a physiological disconnect or something else preventing him from being regular.

While we work on the investigation, I’ve started trying to incorporate a more natural lifestyle in the hopes that it’ll help: fewer chemicals, eating healthier, and so on. One of my new favorite things are essential oils. It started out with a roll-on stick that I got at a local farmers’ market before moving. It has peppermint and lavender oils and I use it to help with persistent headaches. For me, it worked just as well as taking a handful of pills. I’m sold. I promptly went out and bought some oils and a diffuser at our local drug store. I noticed that E seems a wee bit calmer when I diffuse certain oils. Interesting. Then a close friend talked to me about a specific brand of organic and pure oils. We talked back and forth about what we’ve learned and what’s been helpful. After some time and research on my part, I found that there are a lot of oil combinations that are said to help focus the mind, calm anxiety, and aid with so many of the common sensory and autism issues in our house. I have had so much fun experimenting to find combinations that help my boys. They love picking what “smells” we have for the day. My husband is less enthusiastic but has been very supportive.

So, after a while, I found that there is an oil that supports digestion. I’ve tried it, it works. Then I discovered a blend for helping kids with tummy issues. So, I got it and tried it on E one night, when his stomach ached at bed time. He calmed right down and fell asleep easily. Very interesting.

Now for something really amazing: Two nights ago, C asks me to please put those two oils on him at bed time because he’s been so miserable and embarrassed about his poo issue. So, I slathered him up with the tummy oil on his tummy and put the digestion oil on the appropriate points of his feet. The next day, C had a nice large poo. I didn’t think much of it because he has been having regular doses of Miralax, though not daily. Last night, he asked me again. He said he thinks it helped him and wants to do it again. So, he gets the oils again. Today, another large poo! I’m ecstatic. He is thrilled, and asked me to do the oils again, tonight. I am convinced that these oils are going to be the tipping point to getting him in a regular habit. Only time will tell but, I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel.

If you are interested in hearing more about how aromatherapy has been helping my family, send me a private message and I’ll be glad to talk with you.

Published by brianna480

Hi, I'm Brianna — Wife, chef, cleaning lady, teacher, crafter, DIY-er, multitasker and a Stay-At-Home-Mom of two quirky kids. My husband and I have been happily married just over 20 years and continue to grow together. We try to live a simple life. We have a small home, a bit of land, a dog and chickens. We live in a small community and life here can be calm and peaceful, or hectic and crazy at the drop of a hat. A quirky kid is a one who doesn’t fit the mold or conform to what you would think a stereotypical kid would act like. They see the world differently, act differently, and, due to a lack of understanding, may be labeled as a “bad kid.” We love our "quirky kids" and every day with them is an adventure. Sometimes I laugh at things they do, sometimes I cry at things they do and, sometimes, happy hour starts early at my place!!

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