Poor little R has had some pooping issues for the past week or so, and when I called the ped this morning, the nurse told me to bring him in. Luckily, there's nothing seriously wrong. Apparently, when babies are this little, their nervous systems sometimes aren't quite coordinated enough to remind their little sphincters to relax themselves at the appropriate times.
R has this problem.
Although the ped didn't quite put it this way, in layman's terms, it means the kid is a tight ass. It also means that Mommy is lucky enough to get the job of helping notify his sphincter that it's time to relax by means of, uh, stimulation.
Ain't motherhood grand?