I don’t think I’ve mentioned how potty training has been going with Jack.
Well, it hasn’t. At least not anymore, as of two weeks ago.
He did great the first two-and-a-half weeks, and then it was Thanksgiving. He did fantastic over Thanksgiving while we were at various houses and restaurants, with the exception of two (one big, one small) accidents. Those are forgivable and I can laugh about his bigger accident now. (Let’s just say the incident at The Old Spaghetti Factory made me grateful for several mamas in the bathroom with older kiddos who graciously repeated to me, “don’t worry…we’ve all been here before!” as they grabbed me more paper towels. It was bad.)
When we got home from our Thanksgiving festivities, something changed and all of a sudden Jack didn’t want to poop on the toilet anymore. He’s embarrassed by it. Every single day I cleaned out one or two poop-filled sets of underwear and with every single poop-filled set of underwear I got more and more upset at him. I lost my temper and he lost his. We were at war with each other, and it was a never-ending cycle. So two long weeks in, I called it quits. We’d tried consequences and cold showers and everything we could think of.
I really thought about plowing through it, but realized it just wasn’t worth the toll it had been taking on our mother-son relationship. I went to bed upset at him every night and knew something had to change.
So he’s in diapers again, but our relationship has never been better. So when I’m ready to make it work again (when he’s two-and-a-half? three?) it should be a cinch. He still holds his pee sometimes (when his diapers are fairly dry we take him to the bathroom when we change him and he goes right away for us), so next time around when he gets over this fear of pooping thing it should be easy, right?