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Complete Guilt

Last night, at 2:30 in the morning, I became my father.

When I was 19 years old, I have a kidney stone. I didn't know I had one and I told my father about the pain that I was going through. His response was that it was just a gas pain and that all I needed to do was fart. Well, the pain got so bad that I was admitted to the hospital and, a little over a week later, I was released after they had removed a pretty nasty kidney stone from me.

Anyway, last night, Noah came in and told me that his belly hurt. He laid next to me in bed and I could hear his stomach rumbling, so I figured that it was just gas. I told him that he needed to fart and he would feel much better. Then I took him back to bed.

About 10 minutes later, he opened our bedroom door and said that he had pooped. I told him to go into the bathroom and I would change him. It was only then that I realized that he had really pooped. It was a complete blowout. He was laying on the floor on his stomach when it happened and it was all the way up to his neck. I yelled out to Misty that I needed some help. I told her I needed a trashbag and asked her to go check out his room.

Then I proceeded to give him a bath, which is always fun. Especially at 2:30 AM.

Now I am wallowing in some serious guilt. I used to give my father all kinds of crap about how he used to disregard when I wasn't feeling the greatest.

And I am continuing the legacy.

Comments

Here's a little insight on something similar from my own childhood. While growing up in England, where winters were a tad longer than they are here, it was normal for us kids to play outside on a somewhat chilly day where the wind just roared that you could literally sit in it with your back to it. Little did I realize then, but continuous exposre to the cold wind without adequate protection to my ears was resulting in an infection that was causing me immense pain. (I was about 6 at the time). I kept telling my dad (who is a surgeon, by the way), that I had a persistent pain in right ear - - dad dismissed it saying that I just didn't want to study. Fortunately for me, my mom took it a lot more seriously and persuaded my dad to have the ENT specialist examine it. Sure enough, I had a pretty bad infection that required me to have tubes in my ear. Chances are that if my mom hadn't been as understanding, I might have lost my hearing in my right ear..... or worse. Children, especially the younger ones, will tell you exactly how things are when it comes to pain and discomfort.

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