From the first poop, we have paid attention to them. Are they too wet? Too dry? Right colors? Have undigested material?
The intensity waxes and wanes. At the moment, Fleur is fighting off a stomach bug, so we are at the zenith of scrutiny. Relief at a normal one amused me.
Twelve year old me laughs at my continued interest in poop.
Being in with the doctor, I was able to describe what we had seen. I need to learn the technical terms.