So yesterday I change our daughter, nothing out of the ordinary until I look in her diaper and see strange white poop. Hmmm, That is odd, I tell my husband-he agrees it is odd. Must be something she ate, I toss the diaper and get her in the car to go to the Drs. She has that EUA on Friday and needs her clearance for anesthesia. Have a list (of course in my head-I need to learn to write things down!) of questions to ask he Dr. Amazingly enough, I remember them all. None of them involve white poop.
Fastforward to the end of the day. 8pm:
Me: "You get this one, whoa, stinky."
Husband: " Yes dear."
A few minutes later. He calls out.
Husband: "Odd this one is white again. Do you want me to save it so you can see?"
Me: "Okay, I guess, I think I am going to google it."
So I google "white poop." Seriously frightening. Everything says call Dr. immediately. I fret. I stress, I finally call the pediatrician we just saw earlier that day. I feel like an idiot for calling over poop. (esp since there is no blood this time!) Says it is probably just an enzyme, not to worry about it now, but keep an eye on it. She obviously hasn't googled "white poop." I said okay then and continued to worry.
Morning now. Poop. brown. Good. Doc was right. I wish I could learn not to stress. Cancer I guess changes things. Chemo changes things. I don't think I would have stressed if she didn't have cancer or the big bad chemo drugs. Kids poop-that is what they do. Will this feeling of dread over all unusual ever end?
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