Emmi was rolling around on the floor, holding her tummy and moaning. I took her to the bathroom. She grunted a bit. Nothing.
I had the perfect solution. A warm bath to get things moving.
If only that were the problem.
About ten minutes into the bath, there was poo everywhere. In my bathtub, which I rarely let the kids bathe in. The very bathtub I planned on relaxing in later tonight, with a book and glass of wine.