Confessions of a newbie mother - Poop

Picture this scene: My newborn is lying on the changing mat. He is a bit uneasy as he is suffering from a lot of gas. What makes the situation worse is the fact that he hasn't been able to poo for a couple of days. I look at him with worried and puffy eyes. As his diaper was a bit smelly, I was hoping to see some defecation, but it was just the gas that had finally passed through. I guess I should be thankful for that. As I started to prep for a new diaper I see his face suddenly turn red and the sting of stench filled the bathroom. I looked down and I saw the mess that he had made. My baby was pooing on the changing mat. I should have been annoyed by the mess, but instead I just started to cry. Happy tears. I was so happy that he had finally pooed, that the foul odor, the staining on the mat and his clothes didn't bother me at all.

Poop, my life revolves around poop these days. It may sound simple, but it's not, especially not for the little one. Which means, it's not easy for me either. I feel helpless when he sometimes pushes in agony. There's nothing much I can do but cuddle him, give him a gentle touch on his chin, his hand and so on. Some days are better than others of course, but the feeling of helplessness is basically present in many aspects. Poop is just a tiny part of it, a smelly part.

Wouldn't it be easier if the baby came out with a manual that guides you through their needs. Or better yet that they were able to communicate through speech. Imagine if they could tell you this while lying on the changing mat: "Ok, I may not poo now, but it's coming. Maybe you should rub my stomach, that may help."
Would make life as a mother a lot easier.

Telling mummy off for not understanding