The Boy did it! He is all cleaned out. And I know for a fact because I have the xrays to prove it. Absolutely amazing, he has a spine, heart, stomach, hip bones. You can see them all on the new xray because they are not hidden by the enormous amounts of fecal matter (officially called FOS - full of sh!& - seriously, that's what multiple docs have called it). All it took was a lot of patience and a little bit - okay a lot - of adult laxatives.
Turns out that The Boy had a blockage and needed some flushing. He got that alright, but I'll spare you the details. All you need to know is that I am officially off #2 diaper duty for a very long time. And the only thing The Boy remembers about Miami (no, not the awesome airboat ride) is when he peed* down his leg. He tells everyone. And I mean everyone. He even told the Embassy driver that picked us up from the airport. *Note: The kid was on laxatives. It wasn't pee.
As soon as he was cleared, we hopped a plane home. Of course it was on American Airlines so nothing went smoothly and we arrived home 3 hours late (and on a different aircraft than the one we originally boarded). Thirsty, hungry, and feeling every single one of the 13,000 feet. I've already restarted the Bolivia weight-loss program.
We are both so glad to be home. Everyone has noticed a drastic change (for the better) in The Boy's personality. He is pleasant to be around, plays nicely with his little sister, and is an all around super-happy kid. It is amazing. I can't believe we went this long without getting help.
The Girl has been a little hesitant toward me. She has changed so much in the past two weeks. Her tongue has grown - I swear! It is so big and long. She sticks it out all the time and laughs hysterically. I think even she is surprised. She's standing on her own and takes half-steps before face-planting. It is incredible.
So we should be nearing the end of my incessant poop-focused blogs. I can't promise you anything, though, because we have become quite fond of the topic...
