That time has come. The dreaded potty training milestone. Or maybe it’s a joyous one?
Not having to change diapers/pull-ups any longer is high on my list of things that bring me joy. My fingers have been crossed and I have been wishing on all the stars to get to this day.
All the horror stories of puddles and poo on the floor and everywhere else have put a little cloud over this momentous occasion for me. I did my best to push them away. I put on my big girl pants and went full force into potty training mom mode.
C has been showing some interest in using a real potty for a few months now. I was able to get him naked trained with no problems. However, as soon as we added any form of pants, we had more accidents than I could handle. So we waited.
I patiently waited through all the preschool illnesses that plagued him and our family from the time school started. And now that we are on a two week break, I decided it was now or never. I did some Google searches and asked in the Facebook mommy group I’m in to get as many tips and tricks as I could find.
I decided we would skip the naked training and go straight to wearing underwear on day one. We had an accident first followed by a successful pee on the potty. Daddy took over so mommy could get in a workout and he had two accidents with daddy. Fortunately, after mommy got home we had two more successful pees on the potty. No sign of trying to make a poop.
I followed him everywhere this day, constantly asking him if he needed to go potty. He always aid no, of course, and I politely reminded him to tell me when he needed to go. Every time he peed on the potty, we clapped and cheered and did a fun little dance. He LOVED all the excitement. C never did tell me when he had to go potty, but I think day one was fairly successful.
On day two, I still followed him everywhere. I continued asking him about going potty and requesting that he tell me if he had to go. We started the day with an accident. However the other three pees for the day, he let me know that he had to go. Not all by telling me but mostly by him looking at me and grabbing himself. Still no poop though. Another successful day.
I stopped following him as much, which was probably a mistake on my part. I turned my back for a few seconds to clean something up and he sneaked back to his room and pooped in his pants. Not much later, I was cooking my eggs for breakfast and he ran back to his room and pooped in his pants before I could catch him.
The joy of potty training started to fade. Picking up poop is not a pleasant experience. I was feeling like a failure. But we rebounded with four successful pees in the potty and no pee accidents. And in one unfortunate turn, C also decided to poop again in the bathtub to close out the night.
This weekend has been successful, mostly. Potty training is still a work in progress. It is something we will be working on for quite some time but we will not turn back to pull-ups full time anymore. He is fighting potty time now, but he’s going consistently and having a fairly consistent amount of time between pees. And someday, fingers crossed, we’ll also be pooping on the potty too.
We survived potty training… Sort of.