Sunday, April 26, 2009
Well I am still overwhelmed, but I wanted to update the blog with what has been happening lately with the potty training saga.
Big A is wearing cloth training pants and plastic pants during the day and then cloth diapers at night (except on the nights I work, then she wears a disposable). She typically has an accident at least once a day and unfortunately, it is usually a BM accident. She did have two dry days this week at the babysitters and then at home for a few hours before bed. We rewarded her by mommy painting her finger nails one night and her toenails on another day. As I was typing this she came up to me and said. “Mommy I have to go change my pants.” Yep, you guessed it she had another accident. She is usually really good with potty training at the babysitters with potty at least. The BM’s are hit or miss. I almost have to catch her in the act. She actually had to very small BM’s today in the toilet. We praised her a lot for this success, even though it was very small and I am sure there are more BM’s in there. Here is what we are trying now:
Pro-active Potty Training Strategies
-Cloth training and plastic pants all day long
-Praising her when she is successful
-Potty treat when she remembers
-Talking about big girl things she can do when she I potty trained.
-Reminding her about being a big girl and using the toilet
If she has a goes pee in her training pants:
-she is responsible for putting her wet clothes in the washer, getting new cloth training pants and plastic pants on, sitting on the potty and cleaning herself up. (We are trying to make it as uncomfortable and inconvenient as possible for her when she goes in her pants.)
-She has to apologize to us each and every time she goes in her pants.
-She is unable to special things. For example: she can’t go over to a friend’s house and play if she is having accidents. A friend’s mom is not going to want to deal with my spirited little girl having accidents. This is one of the closest to natural consequence for not potty training that I can think of. Another example of this would be she can’t go to preschool unless she is potty trained. This is their rule, not my rule, but if it motivates her in any way that will be great.
If she has a BM accident we clean her up and take care of the mess. She is still responsible for changing her clothes, helping with putting her clothes in the washer, and apologizing for going poop in her pants.
We have tried in the past:
-Toilet Training Sticker chart
-Toilet Training small toy prizes
-Letting her save up for a big toy prizes at the end of the week if she is successful
-Taking toys away for accidents (this was my mom’s idea and unfortunately she didn’t really care that much…no connection between the toy being taken away and going in her pants)
-The doctor told her that she needed to be potty trained
-The majority of her friends are potty trained and she knows that.
-We tried in the beginning to do the one day and three day potty training with no success at all.
-Taking pictures of her on the potty and making a big deal about it
-Have a potty party (didn’t work at all)
-Telling her she cannot go to preschool unless she is potty trained.
-Explaining to her that big girls wear big girl underwear and use the potty ALL the time and that babies wear diapers or pull ups or go in their pants.
-We’ve had her watch us use the potty.
-We’ve even had her younger brother little a use the potty to try to motivate her.
What has worked so far…
-This has worked at the babysitters and there only. There is another little girl almost a full year younger than Big A there and she is potty trained. Big A is very motivated by this little girl Big L cheering her on when she goes in the potty. She is very successful at child care with this; too bad I don’t have a way of duplicating it at home.
I just put Big A down for a nap in her training pants and plastic pants. Oh I hope she wakes up if she is has to pee. She did really well with this on Friday and at the babysitter’s house this week so we will see. I am hopefully, optimistic about it.
If you have a success story that you think may help me please share it; however, if your child potty trained themselves or was easy to potty train please spare me the grief. I am so happy for you, but I have a lot of friends where potty training has been no big deal. I am glad for their luck, but I am not sure I can handle anymore of those stories right now. If you can’t tell from this post or my previous posts I am a little down with the whole potty training struggle. I hope you can understand where I am coming from.
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Yesterday, I signed Big A up for preschool. She is excited about going to school and I think it will be good for everyone, including me.
Today I am not only have second thoughts about preschool, but about having three kids, three and under. I am starting to panic. I am starting to think I won’t be able to handle it.
Big A has had five accidents this morning. I think she is going to put me over the edge. Why can she go all day long at the babysitter’s house without an accident and then when she is home she can’t seem to go in the toilet to save her life. I am scared! I fear she won’t be ready for preschool. I fear that I will have THREE children in diapers. Dear Lord, I am telling you now that I cannot handle three children in diapers. I fear that I am just an inferior mother and Big A not potty training like a normal child is a slap in the face. I fear that this little girl that I am carrying is going to be just like her sister. I know from the depth of my soul that I CANNOT handle another Big A. Seriously! I love her, but she is a challenge. Everything has always been a challenge with her. Just for once I beg that something come easy. I can’t handle it anymore.
I am crying right now as I start to breath heavy. I just don’t know if I can handle this life. I am overwhelmed and so disappointed in how my life has turned out. I so miss my old life (i.e., before children). I would do almost anything besides give them back to have my old body back. That is an entirely different post. There are so many things about motherhood that I didn’t expect, desire or want. I am sure I am sounding selfish right now, but I think anyone who in four years has spent the last 40 months pregnant or nursing would have a complaint or two. I am not a good pregnant person and my oldest is not making this pregnancy any easier. My husband isn’t either. This third pregnancy was a surprise and I am excited about the little girl to come this summer, but definitely overwhelmed by the stresses of life without adding a new baby to the mix.
I am feeling lonely and just sad right now. I feel like I am already as big as a house and I am only on the verge of the six month mark. My feet are already so swollen. I still have four month to go, well maybe three and half since a woman is pregnant 40 weeks typically and after Friday I have 16 more week unless I deliver early which I probably will since I am having a c-section and I don’t want the baby to be born on little a’s birthday. I am hoping they will deliver me at 38 weeks. We will see. I am so unlucky they will probably make me wait until after little a’s birthday and go the full 40 weeks in the middle of summer and hot weather.
Don’t mind me. I am just a venting, tired, overwhelmed, pregnant mama who is disappointed with her life and has been for at least the past four years. Please excuse me, now I need to go change my three year old’s poopy cloth training pants as I ponder the questions that keeps me awake at night… “What have I done?” The famous “Why me?” question might also cross my mind, as well as… “When will this pass? When will I be happy again?” “Will I ever feel like myself again?” Great questions to consider as a I plug my nose and grit my teeth and change the three year olds dirty, poopy bum.
Monday, April 6, 2009
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Here is our Easter menu for this year. I am actually looking forward to Easter. This will be the first year of hiding plastic eggs for the kiddos. Although, I won't really be able to enjoy sugar on that day. I have that horrible glucose test the following day. I just pray that I do not have gestational diabetes.
I need to charge my camera so I can start taking pictures again. The things that slip away when you are pregnant, again. It is early here, before 6 am. I thought that the garage door might not be closed and ran down to check. Thank the Good Lord it was closed.
I am going to try to start posting a minimum of three posts a week. I figure that should be doable, but I have been so bad with my blog and updating it that I am not sure it will survive. We will see. Happy Monday Everybody!
Stuffed Mushrooms (pending recipe from friend)
Cheese tray with breads and cheeses
Fruit and Veggies
Twice Bake Potatoes
Strawberries with Homemade cake and whipped cream