That's bad enough, but add those new sensations to his newly found potty training skills and he ended up very confused a few times. He would say his tummy was telling him to go pee pee, but get in there and not be able to go. Then he would say he needed to throw up, and follow it up with a toot. It was very distressing for him and a number of times he ended up in tears because something in his tummy didn't feel right, but he didn't know what to do about it.
He finished up the medicine on Sunday night (am I the only one that only gets 18 5ml doses out of a 100ml jar of antibiotics?) and things are starting to get back to normal. Yesterday, things got moving again, and Michael was clearly relieved. He was in a much perkier and pleasant mood after taking care of business.
However, he did have one confusing potty trip. He ran into the bathroom and told me he didn't need my help. After a minute I heard him getting upset again, so I got up to see what was going on. I walked into the bathroom and this is what he asked me:
Mommy, you need to squeeze my pee pee because there is a candy heart stuck in there that hasn't dissolved and it's blocking my pee.
I just stood there staring at him. I mean really, how do you respond to something like that?