More than the Spirit

Dear Journal,

Today we had an amazing Relief Society lesson.  I felt the whisperings of the spirit bear testimony of the truthfulness.

Baby Girl slept peacefully in the sling while I played the opening hymn on the piano.   I have just been called as the Relief Society pianist-- a calling that I love.  I don't play the piano much at home these days.  Life's a little busy.  I might go a whole week and sit down only once at home to play.  So to be guaranteed that I will be playing the piano every Sunday after Sacrament meeting and Gospel Doctrine, well, it puts a little extra spring in my step.  Playing His holy hymns only brings me closer to Him.  And that's a great place to be.

I wanted to stay for the entire Relief Society meeting and not leave to feed or change Baby Girl.  But she's almost three months old.

Sometime between two and three months old with each of my seven children, they um . . . how do I put this delicately? . . . forget how to poop.

Being exclusively bre*stfed, they have soft stools and usually poop two to three times a day (some were more often).

Well, starting with Pookie I called the doctor very concerned when it had been three days with no sign.  The doctor said, "Oh, that's perfectly normal.  Some babies only have a BM once a week."

"But not Pookie," I responded.  "He goes at least three times a day... until now."

"Yes, but babies this age start to realize they have to push to make it happen.  They also must learn to relax at the same time.  This is the result.  A baby going three times a day suddenly might go to once every couple of days."    I'm paraphrasing this.  It was nine years ago.

So about this age they all have done this and then there's an explosion.

Today the pressure was building during Relief Society.  Like I mentioned above, it was an amazing lesson.  I didn't want to miss a bit of it.

When Baby Girl started fussing and squirming, I got up and stood in the back of the room with her over my arm to help her feel comfortable.  The gas started.  Other than the person giving the lesson, the whole room was silent.  There was no question where those loud noises were coming from.