Thankfully, my nurses were insistent that I start a routine of stool softeners and staying hydrated after I delivered. When the dreaded event finally happened — at home, five days later! — it was shockingly impressive in terms of output but surprisingly not that painful.
And I just need to emphasize the amount of relief I felt having passed that extremely harrowing postpartum hurdle was HIGH. Really, really HIGH. And it didn’t even hurt!
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I always like sharing stories and comparing notes with other moms, especially on TMI topics like poop, so read on for 12 more stories about the highs and lows of surviving the first poop after baby. We can all be so glad we weren’t mom No. 8!
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Finally, about a week after the baby, I was feeling stir-crazy and decided to go to the store (by myself!) to pick up a few things. I was shopping and all of a sudden I felt the gears in my tummy start turning. I hustled to the bathroom and started pooping. And kept pooping and pooping and pooping. I must have flushed at least four times during the act to make sure I didn’t clog the toilet. I was in there for almost 45 minutes! The worst part was that by the time I was done, I was late for a feeding and my milk was letting down and getting my shirt wet. Then I was washing my hands and some old lady asked me when I was due and I burst into tears. Ah, hormones! All told, I was at the store for almost two hours and all I bought was some Diet Coke and ice cream." — D.S. Last time it was terrifying. I believe I referred to it as a demon turd. It was hard and long and heavy and dark. I probably tore more from it than from having the baby." — M.E. More from CafeMom: The One Thing We’re ALL Doing Wrong When We Poop Also, just like [during] birth, I had to tell myself, ‘Lady, it’s coming out one way or another, so relax, take a deep breath, and get it over with.’" — E.W. I bring my phone to the bathroom still. I know I’m going to be there for a while." — T.S. But it was really not that bad. I took stool softeners like it was my job though." — T.A. I had gas so bad it traveled up to my shoulder and I couldn’t breathe. So then after three days they figured out that my intestines were actually taking a loooooong nap (yes, it took three days to figure out), and so they gave me medicine to ‘wake them up.’ Unfortunately the medicine they gave me is also what they give to women who are underproducing breast milk. So I ended up having to repeatedly soak my hard breasts in a bucket in the sink of the hospital room, while experiencing excruciating gas pain in my shoulder. As a result, the poop was spread out over an entire day, but it did seem never-ending. I was just so glad they never sent me home. I can’t even imagine. With my second I also had a C-section and thought I was going to blow my stitches trying to fight the constipation. That suuuuuuucked!" — J.Y. I was unable to sit on my butt because I was so backed up. I tried everything to get it to come out and [had] major cramping with no results. When it finally came out, a full day later, it was like nothing I’d seen before. I bet it weighed as much as the baby. It clogged the toilet, but luckily I was ready with the plunger. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relieved as [I did] when it came out. The process of getting that much poop out was equal to, if not worse than, the fifteen hours of labor prior to the C-section." — A.W. More from CafeMom: Big Love & Hormones: 12 Women Share The First Time Motherhood Made Them Cry I was swollen, had tearing and stitches — the works. Pooping was my damn nemesis. I would literally clear my calendar for the event. I’d make sure the kid was napping because I didn’t want any interruptions. I had been pampering my bum area with ice packs and witch hazel pads like a sacrifice to the gods. I would get that peri bottle full of nice warm water and and go in for action. I tried to not strain at all (because oww); I tried something under my feet to put me in a squat position. I had a sitz bath ready for after, but DAMN, nothing I did prepared me for the pain. Childbirth seemed like nothing compared to postnatal pooping. It was a challenge and painful for like the first two months. I remember screaming at my husband about how I still didn’t feel like myself even months after childbirth because I STILL couldn’t poop right. Good thing the baby was cute, right?" — M.M. I was screaming in the bathroom like I was in childbirth. My husband was so scared something awful was happening to me. Honestly, I remember that much more than the birth of my child." — S.M.
title: “First Poop After Baby 12 Moms Share Their Terrifying Tales” ShowToc: true date: “2024-09-02” author: “Mike Leggett”
Thankfully, my nurses were insistent that I start a routine of stool softeners and staying hydrated after I delivered. When the dreaded event finally happened — at home, five days later! — it was shockingly impressive in terms of output but surprisingly not that painful.
And I just need to emphasize the amount of relief I felt having passed that extremely harrowing postpartum hurdle was HIGH. Really, really HIGH. And it didn’t even hurt!
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I always like sharing stories and comparing notes with other moms, especially on TMI topics like poop, so read on for 12 more stories about the highs and lows of surviving the first poop after baby. We can all be so glad we weren’t mom No. 8!
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Finally, about a week after the baby, I was feeling stir-crazy and decided to go to the store (by myself!) to pick up a few things. I was shopping and all of a sudden I felt the gears in my tummy start turning. I hustled to the bathroom and started pooping. And kept pooping and pooping and pooping. I must have flushed at least four times during the act to make sure I didn’t clog the toilet. I was in there for almost 45 minutes! The worst part was that by the time I was done, I was late for a feeding and my milk was letting down and getting my shirt wet. Then I was washing my hands and some old lady asked me when I was due and I burst into tears. Ah, hormones! All told, I was at the store for almost two hours and all I bought was some Diet Coke and ice cream." — D.S. Last time it was terrifying. I believe I referred to it as a demon turd. It was hard and long and heavy and dark. I probably tore more from it than from having the baby." — M.E. More from CafeMom: The One Thing We’re ALL Doing Wrong When We Poop Also, just like [during] birth, I had to tell myself, ‘Lady, it’s coming out one way or another, so relax, take a deep breath, and get it over with.’" — E.W. I bring my phone to the bathroom still. I know I’m going to be there for a while." — T.S. But it was really not that bad. I took stool softeners like it was my job though." — T.A. I had gas so bad it traveled up to my shoulder and I couldn’t breathe. So then after three days they figured out that my intestines were actually taking a loooooong nap (yes, it took three days to figure out), and so they gave me medicine to ‘wake them up.’ Unfortunately the medicine they gave me is also what they give to women who are underproducing breast milk. So I ended up having to repeatedly soak my hard breasts in a bucket in the sink of the hospital room, while experiencing excruciating gas pain in my shoulder. As a result, the poop was spread out over an entire day, but it did seem never-ending. I was just so glad they never sent me home. I can’t even imagine. With my second I also had a C-section and thought I was going to blow my stitches trying to fight the constipation. That suuuuuuucked!" — J.Y. I was unable to sit on my butt because I was so backed up. I tried everything to get it to come out and [had] major cramping with no results. When it finally came out, a full day later, it was like nothing I’d seen before. I bet it weighed as much as the baby. It clogged the toilet, but luckily I was ready with the plunger. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relieved as [I did] when it came out. The process of getting that much poop out was equal to, if not worse than, the fifteen hours of labor prior to the C-section." — A.W. More from CafeMom: Big Love & Hormones: 12 Women Share The First Time Motherhood Made Them Cry I was swollen, had tearing and stitches — the works. Pooping was my damn nemesis. I would literally clear my calendar for the event. I’d make sure the kid was napping because I didn’t want any interruptions. I had been pampering my bum area with ice packs and witch hazel pads like a sacrifice to the gods. I would get that peri bottle full of nice warm water and and go in for action. I tried to not strain at all (because oww); I tried something under my feet to put me in a squat position. I had a sitz bath ready for after, but DAMN, nothing I did prepared me for the pain. Childbirth seemed like nothing compared to postnatal pooping. It was a challenge and painful for like the first two months. I remember screaming at my husband about how I still didn’t feel like myself even months after childbirth because I STILL couldn’t poop right. Good thing the baby was cute, right?" — M.M. I was screaming in the bathroom like I was in childbirth. My husband was so scared something awful was happening to me. Honestly, I remember that much more than the birth of my child." — S.M.
title: “First Poop After Baby 12 Moms Share Their Terrifying Tales” ShowToc: true date: “2024-10-13” author: “Kristopher Householder”
Thankfully, my nurses were insistent that I start a routine of stool softeners and staying hydrated after I delivered. When the dreaded event finally happened — at home, five days later! — it was shockingly impressive in terms of output but surprisingly not that painful.
And I just need to emphasize the amount of relief I felt having passed that extremely harrowing postpartum hurdle was HIGH. Really, really HIGH. And it didn’t even hurt!
More from CafeMom: 7 Gross Things That Happen During Labor That Aren’t Poop
I always like sharing stories and comparing notes with other moms, especially on TMI topics like poop, so read on for 12 more stories about the highs and lows of surviving the first poop after baby. We can all be so glad we weren’t mom No. 8!
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Finally, about a week after the baby, I was feeling stir-crazy and decided to go to the store (by myself!) to pick up a few things. I was shopping and all of a sudden I felt the gears in my tummy start turning. I hustled to the bathroom and started pooping. And kept pooping and pooping and pooping. I must have flushed at least four times during the act to make sure I didn’t clog the toilet. I was in there for almost 45 minutes! The worst part was that by the time I was done, I was late for a feeding and my milk was letting down and getting my shirt wet. Then I was washing my hands and some old lady asked me when I was due and I burst into tears. Ah, hormones! All told, I was at the store for almost two hours and all I bought was some Diet Coke and ice cream." — D.S. Last time it was terrifying. I believe I referred to it as a demon turd. It was hard and long and heavy and dark. I probably tore more from it than from having the baby." — M.E. More from CafeMom: The One Thing We’re ALL Doing Wrong When We Poop Also, just like [during] birth, I had to tell myself, ‘Lady, it’s coming out one way or another, so relax, take a deep breath, and get it over with.’" — E.W. I bring my phone to the bathroom still. I know I’m going to be there for a while." — T.S. But it was really not that bad. I took stool softeners like it was my job though." — T.A. I had gas so bad it traveled up to my shoulder and I couldn’t breathe. So then after three days they figured out that my intestines were actually taking a loooooong nap (yes, it took three days to figure out), and so they gave me medicine to ‘wake them up.’ Unfortunately the medicine they gave me is also what they give to women who are underproducing breast milk. So I ended up having to repeatedly soak my hard breasts in a bucket in the sink of the hospital room, while experiencing excruciating gas pain in my shoulder. As a result, the poop was spread out over an entire day, but it did seem never-ending. I was just so glad they never sent me home. I can’t even imagine. With my second I also had a C-section and thought I was going to blow my stitches trying to fight the constipation. That suuuuuuucked!" — J.Y. I was unable to sit on my butt because I was so backed up. I tried everything to get it to come out and [had] major cramping with no results. When it finally came out, a full day later, it was like nothing I’d seen before. I bet it weighed as much as the baby. It clogged the toilet, but luckily I was ready with the plunger. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relieved as [I did] when it came out. The process of getting that much poop out was equal to, if not worse than, the fifteen hours of labor prior to the C-section." — A.W. More from CafeMom: Big Love & Hormones: 12 Women Share The First Time Motherhood Made Them Cry I was swollen, had tearing and stitches — the works. Pooping was my damn nemesis. I would literally clear my calendar for the event. I’d make sure the kid was napping because I didn’t want any interruptions. I had been pampering my bum area with ice packs and witch hazel pads like a sacrifice to the gods. I would get that peri bottle full of nice warm water and and go in for action. I tried to not strain at all (because oww); I tried something under my feet to put me in a squat position. I had a sitz bath ready for after, but DAMN, nothing I did prepared me for the pain. Childbirth seemed like nothing compared to postnatal pooping. It was a challenge and painful for like the first two months. I remember screaming at my husband about how I still didn’t feel like myself even months after childbirth because I STILL couldn’t poop right. Good thing the baby was cute, right?" — M.M. I was screaming in the bathroom like I was in childbirth. My husband was so scared something awful was happening to me. Honestly, I remember that much more than the birth of my child." — S.M.