Potty-ed weekend

So....with an icky title to this post, i am sure you are already aware of the contents...Ranbeer was battling constipation all of last week. He is teething ( as i have come to understand that this term can be liberally used to describe all the irritation, lack of appetite, waking several times in the night, that a toddler goes through), and visibly so, as i see little stubborn molars pushing their way out of swollen gums, right into the chewy world of my baby.
So Friday, i am at work, and i get a panic call from Mom. Ranbeer is cranky and very uncomfortable. I rush back to find a child in absolute distress crying out for me. Tummy was swollen, the anus was open but nothing, absolutely nothing was coming out. I did my best, shove one glycerine suppository in, and hoped for it to stay. That went wasted and out popped some blood ( apparently from a fissure that developed due to constant constipation and irritation in the rectum). The sight of an unsuccessful glycerine and blood was enough to send Mom in absolute tizzy, and though i quite pride myself to be calm and sensible at crisis management, even brave me was inching towards helplessness and panic.
I heard the reassuring voice of Dr Nitin Verma ( Ranbeer's paed) on phone, and better sense prevailed over me. I tried with another suppository and lulled and distracted a very tired and restless baby to sleep.
While Ranbeer slept, i prayed for that tiny piece of glycerine to do its best. These are the trials of being a mother. I am praying for potty ( and at this point even writing a note on it)...i am praying for God to give my baby comfort and peace. What i wouldnt give now, to have Ranbeer wake up with a smile, a twinkle in his eye, and back to his normal antics...when children fall ill, i believe its God's way of punishing parents, especially moms....i anyway always carry that bag of guilt of being the working mom, and away from my baby for good 11-12 hours in the day. Just these times the weight of that bag just becomes more heavy and tires your spirits....
WTF, its potty for heaven's sake...but this took away the smile on my baby's face, and thats enough reason to pray for it.
And then, after one and a half hour of Ranbeer being asleep and me watching him over, it came, and i cannot forget the relieved expression on Ranbeer's face when he was done with this...
The potty crisis hits all parents, and i have been here before too. But Friday was particularly hard, and it broke my heart many time over to see Ranbeer crying and distressed....
I promised myself that i would make it up to Ranbeer in some way during the coming weekend...and that well, would be another post !