Sunday, December 11, 2011

Potty Party aka Poop Triumph

(Also seen on Sidneyspage.blogspot.com)


Ken deserves all the credit for the story I'm about to relay.  I was skeptical and discouraging.  

Back in March, Sidney first showed interest in using a potty.  Her casual interest held for a few months and then stopped during the summer.  Ken staged a few pant-less (aka "diaper-less") Saturdays here and there with a few accidents to show for it but no real interest and no real success with getting her to have enough body awareness and muscle control to put it all together.

[Time passes, apathy for potty training (on my part) grows.  Poops get stinkier but I'm not willing to give up the convenience of diapers yet.]

Then just yesterday, Ken decided to try again.  It was pant-less Saturday with Ken keeping a very close eye on her and not letting her on furniture, rugs & beds.  In the morning, they were down in the garage getting something and she began to cry.  When Ken turned around, he found she had peed.  He cleaned her up and consoled her and said if she felt the urge to pee again to tell him and they would just go to the bathroom.  Later she stood looking out of the window and she almost started to cry like that again but stopped.  Ken told her they should go to the bathroom and sit on the potty.  She did and BOOM she peed in the potty.  Good times.

After a diapered nap, she was running pant-less around the house again.  Ken and Sidney were playing in her room with her stuffed animals.  All of a sudden, she walked out of the room and into the dark bathroom and sat on the potty and peed.  No prompting and on her own inspiration.  Excellent work.

We got her dressed and took off to go eat and then to look at Christmas lights.  Upon return, Ken started to get her ready for bed.  She mentioned she wanted to poop so he took her to sit on the potty.  Every time this had happened before, it's been a false alarm.  It's just a ruse to get us to read lots of books to her.  But Ken stayed with her for several minutes, playing with stuffed animals and talking.  Then she made the "poop face" and looked a little concerned, Ken said it was okay if she needed to poop.  She looked down and said, "What is that?"  At this point, I enter the bathroom.  And "that" was one of most gigantic poops I've seen come out of child or adult.  So she pooped on the potty for the first time!  Unbelievable.  We started trying to call grandparents.  We told my dad.  He was thrilled (I think).  It's too late for the East Coast and Mom & Cindy were out so we had to wait until the next day to share the news with the grandmas.

Both Ken and I stand amazed.  It's utterly ridiculous to get so excited but it feels like a major triumph and concrete evidence that she will someday become self-reliant and independent.  It's so cliche, right?  Parents get very, very excited about this milestone.  I even Facebooked it tonight after she had pooped for the second night in a row.  I'm sure people without kids are rolling their eyes at me.  I know pre-mom Kali would have rolled her eyes.  But that was before I had changed hundreds of diapers.  That was before I had touched all manner of human bodily fluids.  So yes, this is a big deal.

It does NOT mean however, that she is now "potty-trained"--it simply means that we are on the road to pantyville.  Giddy up.

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