Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Bathroom, 5:00 a.m.
A couple weeks ago, Eva decided to start potty-training herself. It should be exciting, right? She was only 17 months and already wanted to go on the toilet, like her big sis. What mom could protest? So I dug around in our storage room (no lighting there) and managed to find the potty and the potty toilet seat. Eva has had moderate success; she usually goes both number 1 and number 2 a couple of times each day in the potty/toilet. But she also goes 50% of the time in her diaper.
I feel like we should seize the moment, and just go all out - put her in undies and concentrate on it for a few days/weeks. But it's not really an opportune time, as we have a lot of traveling to do in the next couple of months. Just recently we had to travel to a wedding up in Massachusetts, and there we were, driving along, when Eva started saying, "I need poopo, I need poopo, I need poopo..." Well, of course we didn't want to stop (we'd made pretty bad time going through NYC), so I told her either to wait or to go in her diaper.
This was a big mistake, seeing as how she'd had a nasty intestinal bug, and, well, to make a long story short, we ended up having to make a semi-lengthy stop in order to clean her up, change her clothes, and try to scrub down the carseat.
But really, the biggest challenge has been that Eva's first trip to the bathroom each day has to be at 5:00 a.m. It seems to me counterintuitive to tell Eva "No, I won't take you to the bathroom," when she's asking for it. And she's not really coordinated enough to take care of everything herself. So, for the last couple of weeks, my first mortification of the day has been spending 5:00 a.m. to 5:30 a.m. in the bathroom. It usually takes Eva a few tries to make it all happen...and then there's the necessary clean-up. Of course, my reward for this penance is one or two less cloth diapers that I have to wash. In the beginning, it even seemed a fair trade, but I admit it's beginning to wear on me. I find myself going to bed now at 9:00 every night... or even 8:30, so I can be ready to hit the john at 5:00.
The first few days after I brought the potty down to the bathroom, my husband was in denial. He had an "I didn't sign up for this" attitude. He had no desire to start potty-training Eva. I sort of convinced him it was in her best interest to take her to the bathroom when she was asking. But I can't say that he's fully committed. Not to mention she somehow escaped the bathroom while he was showering one day and urinated all over the kitchen floor downstairs. It's fun incidents like that that can make a dad think, let's just wait until she's two and a half, so it will only take a day or two to potty-train. I think his position is understandable. After all, it is kind of draining spending hours a day in a bathroom.
Like many events of early childhood, I find myself in that not exactly sure what to do position... just going with instinct and hoping for the best. It all works out in the end, after all. At this point, I can hardly remember when Maia was in diapers or still nursing. But the transitions can drag, like the slow conversions we undergo each day in trying to become holier people. It's a good reminder as to why patience is a virtue.