Since last Wednesday I’ve been feeling anxious…the same kind of anxious I felt during weaning and when I first drove around with my newborn son in the car. Why, you ask? POTTY TRAINING!
Let me put this into context for you. My son will be two and a half just before Christmas. I wasn’t bothered about him being in nappies and was quite happy to wait until he “was ready” as everyone said.
“They’ll do it in a week when they’re ready” People told me. (Pah!)
I’d thought he might have been ready at half term but he wasn’t, and that was fine. I wasn’t in any rush. Then we had a weekend where he started telling me he needed to wee and he did the same at nursery on the Tuesday so we collectively agreed to give potty training a go. Then the anxiety began…
I’m not an anxious person, in fact, I’m pretty laid back about most things. I breastfed Little L and never once worried about how much milk he was getting or how often he was feeding and my parenting style on the whole is strict but relaxed. I’m not a hovering parent, worrying about every move he makes. But then weaning began, and I suddenly obsessed about every crumb he ate and at ten months old, when he spat out anything that had a slight lump, I convinced myself he would eat puree and toast/pasta for the rest of his life. (Note: this didn’t happen obviously and he eats well mostly.)
So now we’re coming to the end of Day Eight of potty training and I feel like we’ve took a step backwards so I’m writing a post to help me process it. I’ve felt anxious for the six out of the eight days we’ve been training him because it’s so unpredictable…I’m not good with surprises!
This has been our potty training technique:
- Potty upstairs and downstairs
- Child’s seat and stool at the toilet downstairs and the one upstairs
- Training pants and normal pants
- Nappies for nap time and bed time.
- Asking Little L if he needs a wee every 15/30 minutes.
- Saying “What do you do if you need a wee wee?” which he replies “Go to the toilet.”
- Encouraging sitting on the potty or toilet before meals or going out.
- Lots of praise and a reward chart with stickers each time he goes and a big sticker for an accident free day.
We started off well, the first two days we only had two accidents each day which I thought was quite good. Nursery was a write-off but then I was told that they take longer to train there as they were distracted by all the activities. I felt comforted by this as it was logical.
We then had three days at home to keep going with it and Saturday was our first accident free day – whoop! I felt positive and proud by this development. The following day we had one tiny accident and then Monday was another accident free day. My little man was definitely progressing and, when he went to nursery the next day, I felt positive that, whilst it might not be an accident free day, we would have considerably less than the last time he’d been there.
I couldn’t have been more wrong…leaving with a carrier bag FULL of wet clothes: four pairs of little trousers, four pairs of socks, four lots of pants and a pair of shoes. In fact, when I turned up he was in a pair of crocs. Each to their own and all that but I never thought I’d see my child in some crocs!
I had a chat with the key workers and they encouraged me to continue, with the potty training…not the croc wearing. My conscience was telling me the same, there was no going back, we must continue in the mission for dry pants.
And that brings us to the last two days. One accident yesterday but three today so I’m a little disheartened. The positives are that we’ve been out twice today and he’s not had accidents whilst we’ve been out. In fact, when we popped into school to watch a rehearsal, he did a wee in the potty while we were there. In addition to this, he’s been for several wee’s since his accident whilst eating his tea and he’s told me each time.
My worry is that he seems to only go of his own accord when he’s not wearing any pants at all. The rest of the time, I have to ask him to sit on the loo or potty. He was having accidents mainly when tired or distracted by something he didn’t want to break off from. For example, he was eating ice cream yesterday in the pub when he wet himself. It was also nap time. I can understand this…after all he is still young. However I’m a person who likes to see progress…I’m trained for it as a teacher. In this case, day eight, I’m not seeing a lot of progress.
Tomorrow is a nursery day and I’m getting the extra clothes ready. My hope is I might have only two bags of wet clothes rather than four…fingers crossed!