Poology.

Started off with mum calling me to ask about his poo. Yah, weird but my mum was reminded of his poo on her way home. She mentioned his poo is too watery and asked if he had diahorrea. I was in a panic state as I always thought he was fine. No fever, had energy but sick. I started searching on the Internet but not much information matched his so called poo condition. Guilt came over me and I started blaming myself for stopping to breastfeed him and to give him formula so early in his life. Why cannot I be like xxx and breastfeed for a year? Lazy, stupid, not fit to be a mother are words that came to my mind. While E looked at me, still happily unaware that his mummy is undergoing so much stress, I called my sister. She reassured me that all things are well and his poo will take some time to be the so-called state of soft stool for formula fed babies. Oh well... Now I understand why poology is so important to all mummies - the study of the well-being of babies while mummies are out working to earn money to buy milk formula. I felt more reassured and will continue to monitor his poo. Looking out for his poo - watery, colour, smell...