You're doing great. And I know how the entire experience gives us a very particular relationship to poo. I could wite books about it.Lately I've been thinking that what is coming out of my stoma is not poo, it is my food, with the daylights kicked out of it. Real poo is only the stuff that gets processed in the large intestine for hours and hours. What my stoma produces is still much closer to what I ate than to poo.
As for my stoma, I am really amazed at how my relationship to it has changed. In the hospital I refused to look at it. Now, three months and 3 days later, I feeling very loving and responsible about it, as if I have a new little puppy that needs attention, and I make sure it's clean and compfortable when I cut the right size hole in the wafer. I am not sure if it is male or female and I haven't named it, but I do have the feeling it is accompanying me and I am never alone. I think my stoma is the best stoma that is working so perfectly and diligently for me, so I'm very glad it's going to be my j-pouch in about 4 months.
Everyone else will think I'm nuts!