The first time she hadn't gone in I think it was 4 days. I was driving home from my parents' house and frantically called Dave's cell. He was outside building a shed, so he wasn't able to get any of my 7 methods of communication. (voicemails, texts, screams-just kidding about the screams.) I was just begging him to go get prune juice for me to drink. He said I was yelling at him when I got home. I didn't think that I was, just merely talking loud enough so he could hear me over the wailing.
He encountered another Dad in the prune juice section who was all too happy to share some advice. He indicated that they gave their child prune juice, in a ratio of 2 (water): 1 (prune juice) as early as 4 months. Since we were right at 4 months, David came home and shared the vast knowledge obtained in the juice aisle with his frantic wife. So we mixed up the potion and she gobbled it up! Here's the hindsight. The poor baby was HUNGRY. I've since learned, and it makes perfect sense, that babies grow a lot around 4-5 months. They need more food and so if they're being breastfed, the supply needs to crank up to meet demand. When she's not pooping, it means she's not eating enough, which is also why she seems terribly upset and wails in stomach pain - it's called hunger. I had no idea, so of course, I gave her more prune juice - which she continued to lap up (again, clearly hunger, but what did I know?!) Then I learned part 2 of the prune juice encounter: gas. It's the smelly stank of putrid. I kept mistaking the gas for her poop, but it wasn't so. The poor child had awful gas.
Lesson Here: our bodies are meant to work - let them. :)
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