Monday, February 26, 2018

"Early" Potty Training

On February 16th at 4pm I took Harrison's diaper off. While I did, I explained to him (as I had occasionally during the week previous), that we were now all done with diapers, and he wasn't going to wear them anymore. He had a hint of understanding- he seemed at first slightly sad, or concerned. He looked at his diaper all wrapped up on top of the changing table next to him and picked it up to study it. He's never been interested in looking at his dirty diapers before. I asked him if he wanted to throw it away, so he got down and took it to the trash can to drop it in. He gave it one last look, picked it back up for a brief moment, and then walked out of the bathroom play, buck naked. He was 21.5 months old.

It's been 10 days and he hasn't had a diaper on him since. (For better or worse!)

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Why February 16th? It was a Friday, and I had a half day of work. The following Monday Jeremy had off work. So Harrison got a good three and half days at home to start learning potty independence before we went back to our typical schedule. This was crucial to get a beneficial start.

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On that first afternoon/evening, Harrison wore no clothes and I stuck close to him the entire time. It was not a day to get distracted by my phone or wash dishes while he played independently. I kept a direct eye on him and kept him occupied with plenty of games and books and toys. When he did play independently, I sat out of the way but stayed close enough to continually observe. Anytime he started to pee, I moved him to his tiny potty and explained that pee goes in the potty, not on the floor. I had a spray bottle of 50/50 vinegar/water and a roll of paper towels nearby for the misses. As was expected, we had our fair share of misses. You can't potty train without misses. You just can't. At bedtime he wore long sleeves and pants as usual, but no diaper underneath. We explained to him that if he needed to pee, we would help him push down his pants and move him to his little potty that was right next to the bed. We made sure he peed just before he fell asleep, and then we woke him up a few hours later, around 11, and got him to pee again, half asleep. He woke up on his own two more times that night (as is very typical of him), and we got him to pee each time before I nursed him back to sleep. It was an exhausting night for all of us, and we had a small miss in the early hours of the morning, but the small consolation prize was that he slept until 9am! Learning new skills = sleep!

That next day Harrison gave us a lot of resistance and it was a loooooong day. He was still buck naked and we just stuck with him and moved him to the potty as we were able to. It felt very difficult and left me wondering why we started in the first place. He fought going on the potty, he fought nap time, he fought bedtime. He screamed and cried and choked on his tears and brought me to tears a few times, I felt so lost. That night was a lot of the same, though he stayed dry until 7am after refusing to sit on his potty two times throughout the night. Less sleep than the night before, and we felt slightly defeated.

Day three brought more misses. We mixed things up a bit and took him for a short walk outside, his first time with daytime pants on diaper-less. We visited an apartment open house (why?!) and as you can imagine the direction this story is going ... he left a large puddle for me to clean up, and I had to run home to get the spray bottle and paper towels. Oops. During nap time I re-read a few sections of the book we were using and realized that we were hovering too much and prompting too much, making it very, very stressful on Harrison (and us). The book also mentions days two and three are typically the most difficult in terms of resistance, and it gave some tools for how to handle it. We backed off on prompting and hovering, gave Harrison some small activities to keep him busy while on the potty, and had a lot of success the rest of the day.

That night was another frustrating night of resistance, but yet another night of him staying dry even while refusing to sit on the potty.

Day four brought mixed success, but increasing resistance as the day went on. He had a very rough evening, everything was off- not just potty training. He refused to sit at the dinner table, he refused to let us brush his teeth, he was angry as we helped him with his pajamas, he screamed for the potty as Jer was trying to get him to go to bed, but screamed for the bed as soon as he was on the potty. The whole thing was emotionally draining for all of us. I was a wreck the next morning, day five, and it was the first day he was coming back to work with me. I spent the day partially in tears, cleaning up more misses than I could keep track of, and dealing with the general goings-ons of an almost 2-year-old and an almost 1-year-old and an excitable dog.

BUT. But, but but.

At the end of the workday I made sure to let Harrison know that I needed him to pee before we got in the car to go home. The time came, and I locked us in the bathroom, distraction-free, and he fought me for a bit. We chatted, we played with some toys, we sang some songs, we counted to 20, etc etc etc. He wouldn't sit and wouldn't sit and wouldn't sit. Until then he did. He signed "potty" and sat and peed. Without any effort on my part. He just did it. What?

Looking back, that was the turning point, towards the end of day five. Something clicked, he changed his mind about all the resistance, he realized I wasn't messing around, he knew this was the new normal, and he complied- happily. We had an easy evening together, the three of us. We had an enjoyable family dinner, we played some games, he used the potty without issue whenever we prompted, and he went to bed simply. Our toddler was back. And he was ready to use the potty.

The days after that have been enjoyable, and we are back to our usual routines. Harrison is commando all day- we will start using underwear in a few weeks when he's (hopefully) forgotten the muscle memory of "something is tight around my bum, I guess I'm allowed to relieve myself in it." We've been averaging one or two misses per day, mostly at times that I realize in hindsight I should have thought to prompt him. He is not doing much self-prompting at this time, but he is better at holding it than he used to be. I have a good idea of when to prompt him, and I keep in the back of my mind how much liquid he's had to gauge when he may need to go again. We always get the "easy" catches: first thing in the morning, and during times of transition- leaving to go for a walk, coming back home from a walk or whatnot, before/after nap time, before bedtime. Overnights typically have one or two wakes to pee/nurse, and he easily falls back asleep. We've only had one nighttime miss in the past five days. He has stayed consistently dry every single nap (knock on wood) throughout the entire process.

Takeaways-

I am so glad we did this now. There's going to be resistance to the process at any age, and we've already gotten past the hump. I am not naive to the fact that there will be some regression at times, and I'll still be cleaning up misses for a while. But he is coming up on 22 months old, and putting his pee/poo in the potty has been fully normalized to him already. I am very proud of that for him.

Did elimination communication help? Yes, and no. EC and potty training are two separate processes. And we did EC casually and part-time, and we were unfortunately in the midst of an EC regression when we started potty training. However, EC DID help to normalize using the potty, and I think the biggest help is that it normalized pooping on the potty. We always had better success with poo rather than with pee during our EC journey. We've caught probably 80% of poos on the potty since he was around 6 months old. I am forever grateful that we are not dealing with a toddler who is afraid to poop on the potty, or flat out refuses too, or screams for a diaper to poop in, or poops in the corner of the house. It's been so normalized to Harrison from so early on that we have had zero issues with it. Praise be!

Ideas like "getting him used to the potty first" or wearing training pants or using sticker charts to celebrate success or bribing with any number of things. I'm so happy we didn't have that mindset. The method we used makes some great points about the detriment of many of those options and strongly urges against them. I believe we have had a better outcome due to avoiding all of that.

The process of potty training over the past ten days has helped Jeremy and I to have some good and tough discussions about our parenting style and setting boundaries. It's helped me to firm up some of my slippery ideas of being very laid back about Harrison's wants. It's helped us to find some firm boundaries that can be set to help Harrison be more confident in his surroundings. It's helped me to continue to learn a better balance of being laid back and being firm, without being shameful or unkind. This is the first thing that Jeremy and I have actively taught Harrison, and the first thing that Harrison has actively learned from us. The beginning of it was SO hard, and being on the other side of that difficulty is SO rewarding.

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We went out to eat on Saturday and we went out for ice cream on Sunday. I wasn't even concerned about Harrison being diaper-free. And he proved I had no reason to be. We got to each location and held him over the big potty to relieve himself, and he did, and we went on with our business, hanging out with friends and eating delicious food. The normalcy of that gives me a sense of awe, and admittedly a bit of a pat on my back as well. I'm just very happy about it. And now I want to shout from the hills that everyone can do this.

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We used the method in Jamie Glowacki's book "Oh Crap! Potty Training." I recommend it 100%. Clearly we've had good success with it, but aside from that I also appreciate her outlook on parenting, and setting limits, and her no-nonsense attitude about some aspects of potty training, and her SHAME-FREE approach to it all. Her method is broken down simply in the book, and there is a large section dedicated to "troubleshooting," if you will. I was re-reading and re-reading and re-reading it throughout the first few days of potty training. (We're borrowing a copy from the library and I have so far renewed it three times!) I also found so much support and solidarity in a Facebook group of parents who are using the same method. Also, FYI, you don't have to do daytime and nighttime training at the same time, that was personal preference for Jeremy and me. And I am very glad we did it that way, I think it's one more way we've set Harrison up for success, even as it is a bit more work for us.

*I will repeat, we are not "done" potty training yet, by any stretch. I know that. Harrison is barely self-prompting, and we are only 10 days in so I am fully aware that there will be PLENTY more misses. I don't leave the house without at least three extra pairs of pants and socks for him, and quite a few hand towels, at the very least. We go to work with the vinegar spray bottle and a huge roll of paper towels, just in case. And he sleeps on the bed on top of a wool pad and a folded over fleece blanket. We are prepared for the worst while continuing to give Harrison tools to set him up for success each day and night. And each day gets a little bit better, and our collective confidence continues to grow.

Family bed, set up for potty training success.
Maybe the next post will be about sharing our bed with our toddler and three cats.
Oh hey, Oscar!



Monday, February 12, 2018

motherhood at twenty-one months

Last year around this time I wrote nine months old, heart on my sleeve. What is it about this time of year that makes me have so many feels?

We're just three months away from having a two year old. He is more fun to be with every day; so inquisitive, so daring, so happy in his little world, so excited about the bigger world around him. Watching him learn is mind-blowing, I love seeing the connections he makes between things. I love seeing him express his emotions. I love experiencing the way he loves. The other morning he rolled over when he first woke up and nursed a bit. His eyes met mine and he gave me a milky smile and a little wave. That's some heart-melting stuff right there, the best way to wake up. I truly love him more and more each day.

And in this deep love, in this now 21-month journey in motherhood, I have started to notice an occasional change in myself. I've caught glimpses of someone that I haven't been in tune with in ... twenty-one months. I noticed the other day that I felt a different kind of alive than I've felt in a while. It was when I was without Harrison, which isn't a scenario that happens often. It was slightly confusing, actually. I felt like the person I was before Harrison was in my life, I felt like I was on the outside of motherhood while being engrossed in it all the same. It was a good kind of alive, but it was one that I didn't actually miss very much, and it left me curios.

I felt like my "old self" in those moments and began to question what that really meant. Did it really take me twenty-one months to get back to being a person that I didn't even know I lost? When our family grows again, will it take me another twenty-one months to get back to where I am now?

I brought this scenario and the questions up to a trusted friend and super mama of four. And as always, she had some very insightful and wise offerings for me.

No, it's not going to take me twenty-one months again. Because really what I glimpsed was just that- a glimpse. It wasn't something that I lost, and it's not something that is actually attainable for the long-term. I'm not getting that "old self" back, because in the nine months that I grew Harrison and in these twenty-one months that I've cared for him on this side of the world, I've been growing myself as a mother. I can't feasibly feel the kind of alive that I felt in those moments on a daily basis, because I'm feeling a different kind of alive these days. I think that's why these glimpses felt so unique and confusing. They were nice, but they didn't equate to current real life.

Real life these days is waking up before Harrison so I can have everything together enough to get us to work on time. Real life these days is budgeting for a babysitter so Jeremy and I can go out once a week. Real life these days is patiently letting Harrison explore the sidewalks of Los Angeles and walking up and down the same concrete steps with him ten times in a row. Real life these days is finally implementing self-care- going for a run, reading a book, writing on the couch instead of while pushing a stroller. Real life these days is taking deep breaths when my patience is maxed out, and apologizing to my 21-month-old when a lack of patience brings a harsh tone of voice or picking him up too roughly. Real life these days is often missing out on seeing movies in theaters but an anticipation of curling up on the couch with Jeremy to eventually watch them in our living room. Real life these days is reading the same book out loud to Harrison over and over again. Real life these days is thinking on my feet to get a stubborn toddler to willingly do what I need. Real life these days is realizing there are less of those "needs" than I sometimes realize. Real life these days is being late to gatherings because said toddler all the sudden needs to use the bathroom as we are headed out the door, or he is still napping and there is no way we are sacrificing his sleep. Real life these days is playing violin, or piano, or guitar, and listening to him SING with me. Real life these days is sharing my kombucha. Real life these days is allll the dance parties. Real life these days is watching him do things he couldn't do two weeks previous. Real life these days is toddler giggles, toddler hugs, toddler love. Real life these days is full of So Much Love.

The thing about real life, the consistency of the ups and the downs and the juggling of caring for all the beings in our household including myself, is that it is quite wonderful. The struggles are real, and hard, and we push through them, and learn from them, and come out the other side better for them. The highs are beautiful, and carefree, and we live in them, and also learn from them, and also come out the other side better for them. These struggles and triumphs aren't glimpses that we lose as quickly as we see them, instead they are where we are right now, building on top of our past. There is nothing we have truly lost, there is just much we have gained that has taken precedence.

Motherhood has opened up my heart a thousand times over. Here's to the next twenty one months.