A Solution ...

First of all, thank you for all of the recommendations for how to take care of Brynne's poopin' problem from yesterday.

Here's how the day "came out" ...

I was so stressed in the afternoon and I called Rick crying. I knew I needed to make her a doctor's appointment and also knew what they were going to do to remedy the situation. A manual extraction of a rectal impaction can be described in one word: AWFUL. Yeah, and Brynne was going to hate it, too.

My next door neighbor is a pediatrician, and I hate to call her for free medical advice. But, I was desperate. She told me to give her Miralax. I told her I had been doing that for four days. She told me I needed to give her an enema. Yuck.

So, I picked one up at Walmart and came home to bribe Brynne with a new Barbie try to persuade Brynne that we just needed get it over with. We did the enema. She hated it. I hated it. And we waited. No explosive need to go poop like the package said. My stress level increased. "Oh no," I thought. "This isn't working."

After about five minutes I made her go sit on the potty. She expelled a bunch of little ones, but that was it. She had been doing that for a week.

Over the course of the next 5 hours she visited the potty about 10 times. She told me she knew there was a round one that was in the way and then the big one would come.

Seriously, I was worn out by the time she went to bed. Right before she turned in for the night she yelled that she had passed the round one. It was a little smaller than a golf ball, and round, and hard because it immediately sunk. She was excited!

She went to bed. I went to bed.

I was reading a book when she screamed, "Mommy!" It scared me so bad that I literally about fell out of bed! I jumped up and ran out of my room and there she was, in the bathroom (again). She screamed, "I did it!" And, oh boy, did she! I couldn't have been more excited than if Vin Diesel himself had just walked into my house, embraced me and told me that he brought me a brand new car.

I screamed. She screamed. We hugged. We high-fived. We hugged again. I went to get daddy (who was hitting golf balls into his net in the garage). We grouped hugged. They high-fived. We thanked Jesus. She fist pumped and said, "Yes, yes, yes!"

And then she said, "Now I won't have any problems tomorrow. And I am so glad because I have a really busy day."

And she does.

The stress of the situation over the past few days must have been greater than I thought because I slept so good last night and I feel so rested today. And I bet Brynne did too.

The end. (I hope.)