My Crohnstipated Life

You’d think, after years of living with Crohn’s, I’d know when to expect a flare. But nope—this disease loves surprises.

One of the worst times? My child’s school event.

I had planned for everything. I ate a “safe” meal. I mapped out the bathrooms. I even took my meds early, hoping to avoid disaster. But, of course, Crohn’s had other plans.

💥 My stomach started cramping mid-event.
💥 I tried to play it cool while sweating through my shirt.
💥 The restroom was all the way across the building.
💥 And just as my kid walked up for their moment in the spotlight? My gut declared an emergency.

I missed it. And I was devastated.

Later, I sobbed in my car, angry at my body for betraying me. But when I got home, my child hugged me and said, “It’s okay, Mom. I know you wanted to be there.”

And that’s when I realized: Crohn’s may steal moments from me, but it will never take away the love I have for my kids. And they know that.

Stay Strong.