“Don’t worry mom, I had good job,” my seven-year old says as he exits the washroom.
“Does your tummy hurt?” I ask, still hovering.
“NO!” he screams, clearly irritated with me. “Stop asking!”
I may be slightly obsessed with my son’s bowel movements. He’s had Irritable Bowel Syndrome (IBS) since birth, with at least one episode of diarrhea per week for as long as I can remember. He often complains of a tummy ache, clutching his stomach as he grimaces in pain. We’ve worked on the (unconfirmed) theory that he may be allergic to dairy or sensitive to acidic foods (he seems to be in his worst shape on Wednesday nights – coincidentally, Wednesday is Pizza Day at school). But since he’s a happy, well-adjusted boy with boundless energy and a devil-may-care attitude, we try not to visibly panic; we’ll adjust his diet when symptoms arise and keep notes on the foods that tend to trigger discomfort. …