After two plus weeks of potty training I can say that River is pretty much
potty trained at home.
He hasn't had an accident at home since last Wednesday
I spoke too soon. Right after I wrote this, after he woke up from his nap, he said he had to pee, went to go pick out a book, and just let loose on the carpet--GAH. I haven't been pushing trying to go because for days upon days he's just been doing it himself. Learned my lesson. Yes, I did.
I've stopped dragging the potty around from room to room and instead have one in his bedroom, one in the living room and both toilets set up for him to use. Recently, I just started having him wear underwear at home. He's pretty good about pulling them down by himself, though I usually rush over to help him if I see him tugging at them. So far
, no further accidents in underwear one two accidents in his underwear. Still, better than he was doing. It might be because I went out and bought some training underwear that are a good deal looser. So perhaps they don't feel so much like diapers as his other set of underwear do? Maybe he is just better at acknowledging the cues his body is giving him?
I still do have him try. I have him try in the morning, before nap, (must reinstate after nap after today's mishap), before we leave the house, when we return, before bath and before bed. He can make himself pee sometimes. Which is really quite amazing to me to see this concentrated effort on his face and a flow of urine that makes us both smile. Yes, this is what I have been reduced to. A woman so fixated of the accomplishments of my child's blossoming bowl and bladder control she blogs about it.
So, River rarely announces that he has to go. Instead, he just goes and I either catch him going or he tells me after the fact. I think he does better at home because he's not distracted by everything going on around him. That being said he's a stubborn little bug, much like his mother. No seriously. I prefer to do things by myself. I don't like to ask for help. He is just the same way. I try to encourage him to try and he gets very angry because he doesn't have to pee. He doesn't! He knows it now! Trying is no longer novel or fun. Trying is me bothering him. He can go to the bathroom by himself, thank you very much. NOW BUG OFF MOM.
So I guess we will stick with set "try times" and letting him just go to it solo throughout the rest of the day. I often ask and remind him that it's been awhile since he went, maybe he would like to try? I can practically see the steam beginning to curl out from his ears if I ask too many times. In this way I can say he's just like his father.
Not that everything is easy over here in potty training world. Yes, River went poop is his potty an amazing three times in a row. Announcing it to me each time as I was scrubbing the bathtub and running around with a dirty crack until I grabbed some wipes. But he also got some of it on his books, didn't tell me, covered it with more books, and smeared it around in doing so. So when I finally got around to cleaning his room--lo and behold--there was little boy feces all over several books. Library books...
So several books went with me to the sink. And several books were laboriously wiped, scrubbed and sanitized. Thankfully, they were all hardcover and poo was only on the covers.
I am seriously wondering where the blog entries are out there on the trials of potty training kids or the blog with the clever title "The Potty Training Dairies" or "Confessions of a Potty Training Mother" or "Adventures in Potty Training Land." I feel like I need some moral support over here. Some stories of diarrhea in a public bathroom or a pee puddle in the middle of story time.
Or maybe just someone to sympathize with the body exploration that goes along with all the potty training nudity. Like that my kid announced that he had put a sticker on his penis and yes, he did. He did....
But to look on the bright side, for two plus weeks River is doing amazingly well potty training....
at home anyway...
While we are out and about is another story. I make him try when we get somewhere and about every thirty minutes to an hour once we are there and then before we leave. It depends on when he last went. For quick trips (2-3 hours) he always stays dry, has never once told me he has to go, and will only try with the bribery of jelly beans. I guess the practice is good although I feel like we are getting nowhere.
Play dates, longer excursions that bump into nap time, or too many people around and he is pissing in his underwear without warning and running on to do whatever he was doing with pee streams down his leg. He's only on his A-game when he can concentrate and isn't tired.
That being said, this kid has a iron bladder. In two weeks time he's gone from peeing everywhere (pee practically falling out of his body constantly) to holding it for huge time blocks. Yesterday he peed at 8:00 and didn't go again until 1:00. What the hell? Maybe I'm just impressed because I pee every ten minutes.... Is it okay to be jealous of my son's bladder or is that just weird?
Most nights River even stays dry. Still, there is no pattern. No predictability to potty training. Nothing certain.
It drives me a little nutty.
I think I just need to embrace the fact that I have no control in this situation. I can ask. I can encourage and praise but it probably won't work for while. I can haul around two huge bags worth of "just-in-case" supplies but I can't make the kid do anything he doesn't want to. Accidents have and will continue to happen. He's been in diapers closer to three years than two and I keep reminding myself we're only been doing this for two weeks. Although he's made incredible advances, he still has a lot to learn.
Still, I can't wait for that moment when he looks at me in public and says he has to pee and then we make it to the nearest toilet and he goes. I think I might cry once we get over that mountain. My flow of tears matching his astounding flow of urine into a toilet. Because it is wow inspiring to me. Yet another one of those weird things about being a parent.
So my main job, for now, is to stop stressing that something I do or don't do will make this potty training thing reverse back to stage zero.
I just chant my personal mantra, "He will be potty trained before kindergarten. He will. He will. Or...at least before he's sixteen or the poor kid will never get laid."
Now for a change of subject...
BAM! So intensely huge it's like a poke in the eye! Did I blind you?
As far as pregnancy goes, not much different. I'm tired often and my body hurts. I wake up about every two hours and sometimes have trouble falling back asleep. I've been nesting like crazy and trying to tell myself to slow down and enjoy this, the last of what could be my very last pregnancy.
Still all the newborn diapers are ready. The baby clothes are organized. Now to just pack my hospital bag....
My groin muscles are often sore as everything relaxes in preparation for labor. I have more cramps now and then, especially when I push myself--though I can't call it Braxton Hicks as it's like a singular cramp here and then two days later, another.
My baby gut is huge. Hugly, hugly, huge.
The pregnancy heat flashes are the worse. I don't recall those with River. With River, twenty pounds heavier, I was just always hot. Also, it was late fall and although it was a bit odd to walk around outside in a tank-top while everyone else had jackets, hats and scarves--it was doable.
This pregnancy I suddenly break out in sweat and feel like I am so hot I can barely breathe. Thank you pregnancy, for giving me a little foreshadowing of one of the joys of menopause.
I sleep with two fans blowing on me in as little clothing as possible. So when the power went out last night, I woke up drenched in sweat and had to leave the bedroom to moan and complain on the living room couch with several pairs of cat eyes regarding me in the dark and then cat bodies trying to sooth me. But it was hot! So hot! Maybe I needed a cold shower? My head in the freezer? GET OFF ME FURRY FELINES!
Then the power came back on and I debated the wisdom of kissing the humming fans.
It's almost over but the weeks seem to drag. I can't wait for it to end and to meet my new baby. Still, enjoy it. Enjoy it, I tell myself. Even enjoy the sweat. Because this might be it. This might be the last time you look like your swallowed a watermelon... *sad*