So we’re now about three weeks into life with a somewhat potty trained kid. We last left off a few weeks ago, wherein I was losing my mind having to be stapled to my son for three solid days straight, which was stressful for everyone, and sure, we made mistakes with the 3 day method, but overall, I really can’t recommend it enough. We’re diaper free and for the most part, accident free. Given that this is a newly acquired skill to him, and such a big change, I couldn’t really be more proud. He was resistant at first, and that’s to be expected. If it were socially acceptable, I’d walk around in a diaper too. I don’t know that there’s anything more convenient. Granted, it does nothing to help make your ass look fabulous in those jeans you love so much, but what are you looking for, hotness or convenience? Come on, you have kids now. Convenience always wins over vanity.
Once he got it down, he still refused to tell us when he had to go, and that was mainly because like most kids, he didn’t want to miss out on anything, or be interrupted from what he was doing (I love how preschooler logic fails to understand that getting one’s diaper changed is more disrupting), but one of the things they do say is to watch their body signs. He got the holding it part down within a day. He has a bladder of steel, that kid. He’s had very few peeing accidents since the whole ordeal started, and has only wet the bed once. Over the last week, he’s been extremely good about telling us when he has to go, save for of course, when he’s really busy and doesn’t WANT to stop to go, but he’s less reluctant if I tell him that he’s doing the pee pee dance and don’t give him a chance to object.
“Magic Potty Chocolate” hasn’t hurt either.
There is one small issue we’re contenting with, and that’s pooping. I know that kids and pooping on the potty is a big hurdle. For whatever reason, they just have a hard time letting it go, and he’s no exception. He’s inconsistent and holds it in, and gets upset and will usually try to go find a corner to shit his pants. We try not to make a big deal about it, saving the big damn deal, complete with jazz hands and spirit fingers for when he actually does manage to get it out, but something is making him scared to even try most of the time. And anyone whose traveled this road before me knows that changing poopy underwear is far more disgusting than changing a diaper, and people, I was a dedicated cloth diaperer before LG came along. Eventually, he’ll learn to let it go and it’ll all be a distant memory.
If not, his future wife can deal with it.
I got so much shit from people for trying this method. So many of his classmates mothers were pretty much preying on my failure (“who does that naive bitch think she’s fooling? you can’t force them to go. they’ll go when they’re ready. Such a young grasshopper.”), but I think the fact that he’s been accident free at school is better than my flippant “suck it.”