There's no way to sugarcoat it sometimes, so I will just come out and say it. It was an awful week all around. Mira has been exceptionally irritable every day this week, which has led to a lot of stress, anxiety, and eventual exhaustion around the house. With the boys (and Mira) out of school, Sarah reached a tipping point pretty quickly this week, with all of the crying and tantrums from Mira and on occasion, Eli and Jonah - sometimes all three at once. No amount of walking, or museum excursions, or lunch/dinner out (just to try and break the cycle and to get out of the house) would suffice for all three of them. It is very difficult to simultaneously entertain a surly 13-year-old, a non-ambulatory and non-communicative almost 11-year-old, and an almost 8-year-old, who is on the spectrum. They have all had their moments, with Sarah doing all of the work while I am at the office. If there has been a bright side, I haven't had to travel for the last 3 or 4 weeks, so the baton can be successfully passed when I walk in the door at the end of the day.
Fortunately. we recognized the issue by Wednesday that she was starting to struggle and all signs seemed to point to that one horrible banana. We doubled her Miralax dosage on Wednesday and again on Thursday, but still, with no progress in the constipation department, Mira continued to wail and we braced for the inevitable onslaught that was on the horizon. We have been down this road before and while we know it is truly awful for her, it is a literal shit-storm for us. Needless to say, today was the day everything finally kicked in and the complete evacuation of her system began. Fridays are half-days for me in the summer, so by the time I had gotten home for lunch, Mira was in full evacuation mode. I will just say that it is difficult to understand just how much volume one's intestines will actually hold. Multiple bed changes, clothing changes, and of course baths later, we hope everything is back on track. Lesson learned. No more bananas, Ever.