One of my least favorite times in toddlerhood was potty training. I despised it and could have skipped the process. Though I don’t remember every detail I do remember it not being terribly hard but really just not caring and wishing they would train themselves.
Our first child we made the mistake of waking him up in the middle of the night so we he wouldn’t pee the bed which then resulted in us of waking up in the middle of night for many years ahead as he also thought that he had to announce it every night. Then it was time for preschool and the requirement was that he couldn’t go if he still was in diapers so we basically threw them away and just let him pee himself in hopes that he’d learn it wasn’t cool and he would then use the potty. He worked! He even loved just looking at the book A Potty For Me. We used it for all and probably still have it in a bin somewhere.
Our second child we skipped the middle of the night wakings and just bought a sheet that protected the mattress. Turns out that child didn’t really need it and was good to go. And since I was pregnant while he was in diapers with our 3rd I vowed not to have two kids in diapers and to have him potty trained before she came out. It almost happened and we only overlapped for a few months when we realized how much money those things we costing us and basically said “Sorry dude, see that potty? Use it!”
Child #3 was pretty easy as well, though I never rushed anything with her as she was the “last” one and she was the girl who I always dreamed of having. No jokes I smothered her so much the poor child only sat at 9 months old cause I rarely put her down, I was afraid she may grow! There is no doubt she is the way she is today because of me and there is no denying that fact.
Then we added child 4,5 and 6! Everyday I cringe waking up wondering which one peed the bed. Imagine I actually smell the sheets or sniff them at the breakfast table to see if one needs more of a desperate shower than the other. But these are completely different. They have all been raised in a different culture where you just pee wherever you can go. Toilets where they use to live were hard to come by. The two older ones I’m sure wet the bed due to traumatic experiences and I have no sweet clue on where to even start to help them.
But then we have the 6th and final child. Honestly I cannot put into the words how I feel about potty training this one. Everyday I want to scream “Child that is a toilet! We pee and poop in that toilet! We do not crap our pants, we do not pee our pants after every sip of water we take! In the morning when you wake up, you do not take off your diaper and then decide you need to pee, so you just go on your bedroom floor. Are you understanding any of this?”
I can tell you what his response would be… “Huh”
We have magical days like today where no accidents again and we get so excited and almost want to say it’s happening, then tomorrow we wake up and it’s like we have reversed everything 100%.
I’m confident this potty training nightmare will be with me forever.
How were your potty training days? If they were magical I’m not sure I want to know, Haha. Don’t worry momma’s who aren’t there yet, you’ll survive, you may even notice how clean your floors look during those days.
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