I am still in shock.
It just doesn’t seem possible that something like this could possibly occur.
My daughter, one day shy of 18 months, actually deposited a sizable donation of foul smelling excrement into her little potty this morning.
Just a little over a week ago, I asked the question: To Potty Train or Not to Potty Train? The response was fantastic: full of advice, successes, missed opportunities, and horror stories.
I decided to follow the advice: let her cues lead me but don’t force anything.
The next time she pointed to her changing pad and her diaper was still dry, I put her on the little potty. And this happened.
Not the glowing encouragement I was hoping for.
She was young and I vowed to let her lead me, so I didn’t force the matter.
Several days later, she gave me the same signal, saying “pot-teee” just before bedtime.
Again, she sat on the little potty.
This time, after a few seconds of “I don’t like this thing” she settled in and we read a book together. Nothing happened other than her gaining familiarity with her little chair.
I slept in, my body exhausted from many nights of little sleep and in denial of the time change.
I finally dragged myself out of bed and came downstairs – everyone else already awake for several hours.
“I need to show you something,” CG said before turning to Lil Diva. “Can we show Mommy what you did?”
I knew in that moment – the sound of the bathroom fan running a clue as to her surprise.
Lil Diva was too busy playing with her latest favorite toy – the extreme choking hazard that is a rubber power ball – so I missed the Look At What I Did Mommy! moment.
I stood there, viewing her accomplishment, in total shock that it had really happened.
“How?” I asked, my brain still processing this new development.
“She came up to me and told me “potty” and I thought she was telling me she needed a diaper change because she stank. Nothing was in there, so I took her to the potty.”
Still staring at her first success I asked, “Was that it?”
“She was a little confused when something came out.”
“She didn’t try to stand up, run away, and make a mess of it.”
“No, she just sat there.”
Hours later, I still have a hard time accepting this – see any post about The Tackler and potty training and you will understand.
He was TWICE her age before he showed even the slightest interest in using the potty – and that was with extensive bribery measures put into play. It took another six months before he stopped hiding in a corner to fill his pants and use the potty. He still uses a night diaper – such a hard sleeper he will not wake up to pee.
I’m not ready to stick her in underwear or even a pull up… yet. Since this morning she has filled her pants twice more – no sign given to use the potty for those – at least one loud enough one to hear over her brother.
I’ll continue to take it day by day, but Operation Potty Training Round 2 is officially a go in the House of Chaos – just seven months after completing The Tackler’s day time training.
Didn’t I just leave this party?
Wish us luck!