Wednesday, February 24, 2016

The Calm Before the Storm

Or her.

At two years and ten months old, Jordan declared that she wanted to wear big girl underwear. Apparently a boy in her nursery school class was using the potty. Yay! She followed her statement with, "I don't want to use the potty." Um?...Okay. Notice that I didn't even bring up the topic. I think that today, I may be a tiny bit proud of this fact.

Jordan was able to keep her Barbie and Princess underwear dry each morning, day after day. But there was one small glitch in this training process. She wasn't staying dry because she was using her potty. Oh no. She was dry because she would hold her pee in until nap time. You see, at nap time I would put a diaper on her. I couldn't expect her to stay dry while she was sleeping, could I?

She would stay dry from 8:15 am until 2:45 pm, everyday. That's a long time. She would try to go on the potty (probably to placate me) and even watch TV, while trying. I hoped this would take her mind off of the task at hand.  But she would always say,  "Nothing comes out, Mommy." Yes. I can see that.

Sometimes a little would come out. Very little. So we would continue to wait for another twenty minutes. To no avail.

Who can go a little bit, and then have nothing else come out?

Anyone who has ever over indulged in drinking of any kind, knows that once "the seal" is broken, it's like trying to stop Niagara Falls.  Jordan's Niagara Falls didn't start flowing until she was securely wrapped in her diaper, and in the privacy of her own crib.

So Jordan's first attempt didn't go too badly. I didn't get angry or upset, and neither did she. That all changed when she was a  bit over the age of three. I'm not sure why, but in my mind, three was the magic age when all kids should stop peeing and pooping on themselves.  And three, was only two months away.

Thank you,

Us Too

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