Back on March 7th, 2010, we decided that Lynsey was ready for potty training. She asked for panties, and us being rookie parents thought that this was a sure sign that she wanted to do it. And she did. For about a week or two. I looked back on my blog post from March 14th and I sounded so optimistic, saying things like, "Praise God, she got it this time!", and "I just got lucky with a little girl who was finally ready to just do it". If I had only known then what I know now . . . The last four and a half months have been such a journey. Other than those first few weeks when she gave us so much hope, she never really made any progress. We had to pretty much force her to go pee every few hours, and while for a few months she rarely had accidents, she never went on her own free will. Some people might call this trained, but I knew better - I felt like it was a house of cards, ready to come crashing down at the moment she decided she wasn't going to do it anymore. A few separate times, we got fed up with her lack of interest and put her back in Pullups, but the truth was I was never able to fully accept that she wasn't ready yet and would put her back in panties before long. She continued to poop on the potty on her own free will, so that gave me the hope that she would eventually decide to pee as well, all the while REALLY hoping that day would be just around the corner. Unfortunately, it wasn't.
In mid-June, I decided that I was done with the battle. It had been over 3 months and we were still forcing her to go. I would get so incredibly angry with her when she peed on the floor that there were times when I nearly lost it. I had to leave the room and sometimes literally screamed at the top of my lungs I was so angry. "Why doesn't she JUST GET IT!!!!" I would say to myself over and over again. I didn't understand - she's smart, she communicates fantastically well . . . I just didn't know why she couldn't get this. So, back in mid-June, we decided for the final time that we had to put her back in diapers. While Brian was able to handle the accidents with dignity and self-control, I just got so angry at my daughter that I knew something had to change. Her childhood is so short, and I couldn't spend so much of it getting mad about something so stupid that wasn't her fault! I finally had to just let it go, and let her pee in her diaper. In the past when we put her back in Pullups, I always secretly hoped she would still pee on the potty, but this time, I truly gave up on it. I felt a MILLION times better - it was definitely the right move for us.
As I suspected, she had no problem going back to diapers and was rarely requesting to pee on the potty. However, the relief I felt was short lived when a few weeks in, after pooping on the potty with rarely an accident for three months, she started pooping in her diaper. We were disappointed about this, but what could we do? We decided it was time to take an entirely different approach to this whole potty training thing, and on July 5th, we made a fresh start. I sat Lynsey down and asked her why she didn't want to poop and pee on the potty anymore. She said something about it not being safe, so I asked her if we should take the little potties out again. She agreed that yes, we should. So I did. We also decided that any and all accidents would be cleaned up without my usual tirades of, "Why aren't you peeing on the potty??" and "You should be a big girl and pee on the potty!" etc. We agreed that it was time to listen to the experts and totally de-emphasize this whole thing. I had known for a long time that this was what experts recommended, but I guess on some level I kept thinking that if she just knew how upset it made me that she wasn't getting it, she would try harder. If she just knew that she wasn't being a "big girl", that it would eventually bother her enough to make her do it. Our discipline book tells us a hundred times, "Don't think that making your child feel bad will make them behave better - it doesn't". And yet I continued to try guilt trips and shame. But on July 5th, I committed to Brian that I would do it his way, what turned out to be the right way.
The very first day was a big success, but as I suspected, she lost steam after the first day. The novelty of having the little potties back wore off in a hurry and she was back to peeing on the floor. I knew the first few days were critical and I did my best to not react to her accidents. It actually wasn't as hard as I thought - when I know there's a plan, I seem to be able to stick to it. After a few days with a lot of accidents, she had an accident-free day and I made up "The Potty March". Basically we marched around the house and I made up words to the tune of "Jesus Loves the Little Children", words like, "Lynsey is pooping and peeing on the potty, like a big girl does" etc. I also brought out the stickers again, and this time, she seemed to be interested in doing them. You have to remember that we had already tried rewards and stickers in the past, and it was never enough. But, this time, it seemed like she was into it. Slowly but surely, she started telling me when she needed to pee (something that she never did before!) and although sometimes she had started peeing in her panties, she would finish on the potty. I considered even those times an absolute success. I was cautiously optimistic for some time, but it was last week at Brian's softball game that I knew we had truly turned a corner. She told me she had to pee - and made it to the toilet inside the nearby rec centre! Never in a million years would I have thought she would do this - she had never before told me that she needed to go when she didn't know where the potty was. She would always just pee in her panties.
And so, on this day, July 26th, 2010, at the age of 2 and almost 9 months, I am officially declaring Lynsey Raeanne Kroeker potty trained. While I know she will still have some accidents (in fact, she had one today) I feel that over time they will just become fewer and further between. She finally goes by herself now, and seems to take some pride in her independence. She truly wants to be a big girl, and that's something I could not guilt or shame her into.
I made a lot of mistakes during this process (I say 'I' because while Brian and I were doing this together and both made mistakes, had I followed more of his methods I think this would have been a lot smoother), but I know I've learned from it. I wanted to be one of the lucky ones, one of those people that talk about their two year old (or even 18 month old in some cases) picking up potty training with no problems. I learned that while the rewards of trying so young and succeeding are great, the pain of failure is just not worth it.
Adam, unless you appear to be some potty prodigy, you will be three before I even think about putting you in underwear:).



















































