Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Almost 4 and still not Potty Trained
It's been rough times. My little guy is turning 4 in a week and is afraid to use the potty for Number 2. I have tried everything under the sun to get him to understand that there is nothing to be afraid of but he is very strong willed and minded and is absolutely adamant about the fact that "it's scary". I spoke with his Doctor about it and she said "Stop pushing- this is the one thing that he can control so let him be in control" I thinking "OH BOY! Really? So I stopped and the other night before bed like any other night I cleaned him up and put him on the toilet for his nightly pee-pee and WHAT DO YOU KNOW! Poop! He was having a hard time so I help a little and Boy was he elated! He said "Mommy I did it- I pooped in the toilet and I'm a big boy now Mom" I praised him offered him a train (he loves Thomas the Tank Engine) And he really wants Emily so I said tomorrow if your as successful at daycare we will go out and get you that new train. Well to my surprise, the report was negative. He refused to go. So when we got home I asked him to go and it was as if the night before never happened. Tonight is a new night. Stay tuned for the potty training saga.
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Well it's been almost five months since my last post about potty training. It has been the longest most agonizing five months ever. BUT, I have great news. It has been a little shy of two weeks and YES! He is potty trained. Please don't ask me what I did, But I will tell you what I remember...
ReplyDeleteIt was a Friday night and I was at me wits-end. He had gone under the dining room table for the last time... I immediately picked him up and ran up the stairs to the bathroom and gently sat him on the toilet (HUH well maybe not so gently) But anyway, he's now on the toilet looking up at me and not muttering a word. I too am quiet as a church mouse, but it was the look on my face that he saw and knew "Mommy means business" I then turned and exited the bathroom. The stench of the poop followed me into the hall. I turned around and went back into the bathroom, where my little guy sat. I washed out the soiled underwear and vowed this will be the last time. I looked down at my beautiful son and said "I'm DONE! This is over" He repeated what I said. And then I walked out. I sat on the edge of his bed and tears began to roll down my face, I cried out to God " Lord I Give it to you, I am tired and weary and don't know what else to do BUT to give it to my FATHER, In the name of Jesus.
I got up with a heavy peace, wiped my face and went back into the bathroom, I asked my son was he finished. He said "No Mommy" I said okay well I will be right here with you let me know when your done. He said "Okay". I walked out to do something, and I heard a Yell "MOMMY I'M POOPING" I ran in to see and we shouted and danced, HE HAD POOPED!!! I said that wasn't scary now was it... "NO MOMMY" I said that didn't hurt now did it? "NO MOMMY" I said I'm soo sooo Proud of YOU! I quietly thanked GOD! and it's been two weeks. The Power of Prayer!!!
When you feel that you can't go on anymore, don't give up take a little time to pray and see what happens.
Trey will finally start school in a couple of weeks. Woo Hoo!!!