The short story is that we finally are gaining some ground and have had a successful Friday. The long story is that after a knock down, drag out, crying fest on Tuesday night and then again Wednesday afternoon, I decided to give up. I went back to diapers with Molly and decided I was not going to mention anything about it to her. I was sort of leaving-it-up-to-her-to-see-what-happened, and sort of quitting-because-I-was-overwhelmed-and-didn't-know-why-my-poor-child-kept-screaming, and sort of screaming-about-the-bathroom-can't-possibly-be-healthy-for-a-child-and-we-need-a-break.
Molly stayed dry all evening Wednesday, all night Wednesday, and all morning Thursday. She must have a bladder made of steel. On Thursday morning between about 8:30 and 10:30, she kept squirming and saying, "It's stuck," and then looking at me to see what my reaction was. I ignored her for a little while and then engaged in several conversations about diapers versus going in the toilet, but that she had to go and couldn't hold it in all day. She was super stressed. The diaper won out.
She stayed in her diaper all day until bath time. I decided I would just ask her if she needed to go (she was still dry and had been since noonish . . . bladder of steel). It took a little coaxing, a blanket, binker, tickling her toes, and a few matches, but within a few minutes . . . Success with NO Screaming!!!
After bath, big girl pants on.
Super stress ensued again.
Diaper went back on.
Diaper off Friday morning.
Diaper off for good, I hope.
She is asleep now and we have had 3 successful trips to the bathroom this morning!!
No accidents. No tears. No screaming.
No accidents. No tears. No screaming.
I think the kicker was that her bin of diapers in her changing table was empty. I hadn't thought to empty it before (there are still plenty more in her closet), but I showed her there were no more diapers in it. While she was super stressed after her bath Thursday night, I "found" 1 more diaper for her. Her first successful trip this morning did take some coaxing again, but she remembered that she was wearing the last diaper. "Last diaper? Diapers all gone?" "Yes, Molly there are no more diapers." "I wear Jack's diapers." "No Molly, Jack's diapers are for babies. They are too small for you." Somehow during this conversation, something clicked, I think.
This morning was definitely call for a celebration, so we went on our first official outing, just me, Molly, and Jack (first outing that involved more than drive-up windows only). We went to Walgreens and got a prize (and some pictures of Jack I hadn't picked up yet)!
Thanks for everyone who has listened to my whining and given suggestions. Let's keep our fingers crossed that this morning's success continues and we will have shortly mastered #1!
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