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The 3 P'sI used to hear friends talk about it and I would cringe. I’d see posts on Facebook and think, “digusting!” And I swore time and time again, I would never be one of those parents someday. But here I am, with my nearly two year old daughter, sharing her every toddler move…including the 3 P’s: Poop, Puke and Pee.

Yep, I said it. Poop. P-O-O-P. Pre-kids, I’d like to think that I was a prim and proper lady…or at least to those who only knew me through my job as a television news anchor. But, as many of you can relate, children change you. So here I am, writing about my child’s bowel movements for thousands of people to see! Ok, maybe I don’t share Peyton’s constipation issues on social media, but I find myself freely sharing with my close friends. And for some reason, it’s surprising me how open I’ve become. Years ago, I would have winced if a friend told me about her child’s bathroom problems, but now I can relate. Whether it’s a blowout or giving a suppository, I’ve seen and dealt with it all. I have even come close to taking a picture to send to my husband, unable to comprehend how something SO big could come out of something so small. But not to worry, there’s no documentation…I decided that was crossing the line! (My prim and proper mom is probably cringing as she reads this!) 

Over Sharing Our ChildrenJust last night, I witnessed my darling daughter do the unthinkable. After getting her naked for her bath, she left a trail of pee as she walked from the nursery to the bathroom. Houston, we have a problem! I tried to explain to her that even our dog doesn’t relieve himself inside, but at 21 months old, she just smiled and laughed. Yep, potty training can’t come soon enough! Speaking of that, it’s another TMI moment that I used to shake my head at: why post pictures of your child on the potty?!? But now, I take it all back. The day that I can chuck the last diaper into the trash and watch P use an actual toilet, definitely deserves an award! So, parents keep on posting. I commend your bathroom training efforts!

P Loves Pudding!It seems that social media has created an environment where so many of us over share. It’s true. No one really needs to hear about my nightmare evenings with Peyton, full of spit up and pooping problems. But, the over sharing has one advantage…it allows me to know that I’m not alone. For many of us parents, raising a child is full of the unknown. Why is my child crying? Is she teething or is it something bigger? Why can’t she keep any food down? Does my child have the flu or is she lactose intolerant? There are so many questions we all have, especially for those of us first time parents. And seeing the same concerns and issues on social media, makes me realize that I’m not a crazy parent. We’re all in this together, trying to raise our children to the best of our ability. So, don’t expect the 3 P’s to disappear in my world. Maybe I won’t be sharing Peyton’s every move on my Facebook page, but I’ll be laughing along with all of the other parents who are hilariously sharing their stories of poop, puke and pee. 

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Stacey Skrysak

Stacey Skrysak is a local television news anchor in Illinois, but her proudest role is becoming a mom after years of infertility. Stacey is mother to a 22-weeker surviving triplet and two angels. Even though two of her children were only alive for a short time, her triplets have touched thousands of people around the world. Through her blog, Stacey has become a voice for infertility, premature birth and child loss. These days, she sprinkles in the trials and tribulations of raising a daughter, who was once nicknamed “The Diva of the Nicu.”

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