Potty training sucks. Everyone loves to keep telling me that boys are the most difficult. Well my son is definitely proving that to be true. Difficult barely begins to cover it. I keep asking my friends to remind me that no kid goes away to college still in diapers. I have been having a hard time believing that my 3 year old won’t break that trend.
It all started just before he was 2 and a half. I was pregnant with #2 and he was showing signs that he was ready for the potty. Heck, at preschool he was asking his teachers to go to the potty like some of his friends. So we were excited, thinking we would have him trained in no-time, before the baby arrived. Our excitement turned to angst, as the boy who was so willing to use the potty at first, suddenly started outright refusing to even sit on the potty at all. I mean, screaming fits, running, yelling, crying, etc. It was so frustrating. Since the baby was coming soon, we had to take a break to ease the transition to having the new baby at home. So we took the pressure off for a few months.
In June, I was bound and determined to get this potty thing done. He was 3 years old now, and he needed to be trained by the fall for school. I got the book “Potty Training Boys” to see if I can get an edge (that book is only OK). I decided to just ditch the diapers during the day. So I have spent the last several weeks cleaning up lots of messes. First week, he would fight me tooth and nail to even go near the potty. I think it is mostly because he didn’t want to stop playing to go use the potty. He would just pee on the floor right where he was. I tried every reward under the sun. I started a sticker chart. I cheered and jumped up and down like a crazy person when he was successful. But it still was a fight. And he would still go hide and make accidents.
I got serious and started setting a timer and getting the kid on there at regular intervals. At first I met more resistance, but then we kind-of made it a game. Then I found that lollipops seemed to garner the most motivation. After about 3 weeks of timers and sporadic messes, I think we have finally turned the corner. He has finally made the connection when he feels he needs to pee and will even go do that on his own. He’s even transitioned to standing. I dare say that he has mastered that piece of the puzzle (during the day).
Poop is another story. And I am tired of cleaning it up. I know we are getting there, but it is TOUGH. He is a stubborn little boy that marches to the beat of his own drum. And as frustrating as it is, that is part of what I love so much about him. We will get there. There will no be packing of pampers for college. Right?