photo credit: panic switch 13
I thought that day will never come…
Seriously, I had vented out about it last year. I bribed, I begged, I yelled, I came to a near mental breakdown, I blamed myself…
Lil’ A has managed potty (read: peeing) so well since he’s around 2 years old. Before he turned 3 years old, he can do it himself and proud at it. BUT there’s one deep dark secret that was somewhat embarrassing…for number 2! Gasp!
For some unknown reasons he refused to sit and go potty. He became attached to his pull-ups which he only wore when he have to go poo-poo. I had bought God only knows how many potty training aids to help him fight off whatever it is that scared the bejeesuz out of him. Read the second line please! He would threw the biggest fit ever if I say NO when he asked to put it on and to be honest it was driving both of us crazy so I finally threw my hands in the air and let him be but one thing I demanded was he stays in the bathroom while doing his ‘business’.
This went on for months. It caused huge fights between Mr. X and I because he said I am not being consistent with training him. Well, dude…I usually only met our son for a few hours a day because of my work! To fight him constantly would only drive both of us mad and I was too tired for that. I didn’t push him! He went on to blame the nanny – even telling me I should fire her behind because she’s not helping. Can I insert WTF here? Yeah, there you go!
Seriously…I know it was bad and I too was starting to worry that I am losing this tug-of-war and with him already in school – I was sure he would be in pull-ups to poop for the rest of his life! I was worrying he would be in adult diaper because he had maxed the largest pull-ups size they have available here (XXL!) But my exhausted self – mind you I used to work long hours but now currently on a month long break from work – just was too tired to keep fighting.
Then one day…
“Mommy, I want to go poo-poo in the toilet like a big boy.” He walked casually into the bathroom, picked up his Mickey Mouse themed toilet seat and handed it to me.
In that moment, I felt like the sky opened up and angels sang! Did you know I feel like I could kiss the bathroom floor and wail HALLELUJAH?!!
Ever since that day 3 weeks ago he has been completely pull-up free. No more tears. No more fighting. No more begging – from his Mommy’s part. He did it all himself. He said “I’m a big boy. Pull-ups are for babies!” Oh be still my heart!
So I guess by letting it go, by not pushing him and letting him take the lead and keep telling him there is nothing to fear from sitting on the toilet made him took the wheel himself and decided he had enough.
Now that we are completely free from pull-ups I see him differently…he’s no longer my Lil’ A…he is blossoming before my very eyes…but I know in my heart he will always be my baby.
Did you ever had potty training nightmare? How did you handle it?