And Foxx. Oh little Foxx. He had no reason to be constipated because he didn't have surgery, but I guess he wanted to feel for his brother and did not want to be outdone with all the attention Judah was getting, so Foxx too was constipated pretty badly. His was much easier to resolve, though. One laxative, a red-faced straining baby, a large ball of poop (sorry, TMI), = a happy Foxx again. Foxx was awesome during Judah's surgery and the week following. He was soooo good. He never fought sleep at nap times or bed time, he was super happy all the time, and often entertained himself. THIS IS NOT HIS NORMAL ATTITUDE. Usually, he is the attention-seeking, loud, fight-sleep-all-the-time kid. But nope. He manned up and was perfect while Judah was sick. It's like he knew something was going on and that we needed more attention to be devoted to Judah. How sweet of you little Foxx!
Love my little guys : )