Over three years ago when little man's surgeon released us from future visits he warned us not to worry unless he stopped pooping or started vomiting bile.
At about 8 months little man's first stomach bug found me the worried mom showing a spit cloth of stomach acid to his pediatrician, who reassured me that it was merely a stomach bug since he was also having diarrhea. I feel a little silly about it looking back.
We have a very peaceful last (nearly) 3 years. Little man hasn't had any troubles and has grown like a weed (he's well over the 100% for height), so we've considered his surgery a complete success that has grown very well with him. His scar is long, but I honestly don't notice it and no one has asked me about in years. Little man is oblivious to the scar and has yet to ask about it either.
The one thing that I have been a little (okay a lot) crazy about has been his pooping. Remember how miraculous that first bowel movement was after surgery? That memory never really left me. I would skim over his daily activity sheet each day when I picked him up from daycare and breathe a sigh of relief to see a check mark for a poopy diaper or a bowel movement in the potty. I started staying home with my kids 4 months ago and am even more aware of this now that he proudly gives me a report of what happened in the bathroom (gotta love a potty trained kid).
And then we went on vacation to visit family. And ate terribly. And he didn't poop for several days. And although I knew that he had eaten terribly and that was probably the issue, my mind started to wonder to a place of worry. I pumped that kid so full of fruit, beans, and water, all the while worrying that something was terribly wrong and he would need another surgery. And then 4 long days later he pooped and I once again felt that relief that came with his very first bowel movement in the hospital after his surgery.
Much more fiber, fruit, and water will be part of the plan for our next family vacation in November...