Gemma had an appointment with a specialist today to make sure there wasn’t anything else going on with her poop situation. We learned a lot about poop. We must have heard the word poop 100 times today. We did get out for a special lunch before her appointment. This having only one kid to deal with stuff is amazing. After her appointment, she had to have blood drawn. It was like wrestling down a rhino. She screamed bloody murder...only about six feet away from the waiting room. As we walked out, we could see by the looks on peoples’ faces that they were reconsidering. Poop. 101.
