Stool Softeners and Motherhood

I learned an important lesson when embarking upon my first journey into motherhood. Never underestimate the postpartum bowel. Trust me. The neighbors saw. It all started on a warm day in March. My daughter was born in January. Living in Indiana, I had done all the things good Midwestern moms are supposed to do.  I had lovingly assembled the most stylish collection of my husband’s old, baggy sweatpants, laid up a store of frozen beige casseroles, and purchased two full seasons of “The Nanny” on DVD. I was ready to be snowed in. And, by golly, when the pediatrician told