There are endless milestones that we as parents can’t wait for our little ones to reach; crawling, walking, talking, eating solid foods (why is formula so damn expensive?!?!). Then there’s potty training. Two words that can either be a blessing or, in my case, a complete curse. My daughter is four years old. It has been two and a half years of TORTUROUS potty training. Yes, two and a half YEARS!!!! I have cleaned up approximately 1,825 accidents, thrown away dozens of packages of underwear and spent hundreds of dollars on potty training. HUNDREDS!!!!!!
She was my first and I was convinced that I had potty training completely figured out, no problem! I got this! Well, in my daughter’s usual fashion, she set out to prove me completely wrong and put up as big of a fight as she possibly could, because why make anything easy for mommy?!
I decided that at about a year and a half I would start introducing the toilet to her, just to see what would happen. She wanted nothing to do with it. Flat out couldn’t have cared less. She thought it was awesome to be able to run around the house naked and WAY cooler to pee and poop all over my floors than to use the toilet. (Red flag #1) But it was early to really push the topic, so I let it go and back to diapers we went. About two weeks later she woke up, asked to pee on the potty, looked at me and said “Mommy, I want big girl undies.” YES!!! SCORE!!!!!! TOUCHDOWWWNNNNNN!!!! Mommy for the win!! ……If only, it were that simple.
My daughter proceeded to fully potty train going #1 from that point on. But #2…..#2 would torture me for the next two and a half years. I tried EVERY. SINGLE. THING. POSSIBLE. There were reward systems, incentives, stickers, potty books, toys. You name it, I probably tried it. Pull-ups were the devil, they only made her less interested in going on the toilet and reversed what little progress I had been making. I got so desperate for it all to be over I even took away her beloved blankie and told her she couldn’t have it back until she started going on the potty all of the time (I know, bad mommy). Even that didn’t work!!! (Red flag #2)
There were moments I was so stressed out I was almost in tears, and my family was sick of listening to me talk about it. I was ready to wave the white flag; I was out of ideas and nothing was working. The longest I could get her to go without an accident was 4-5 days, and she couldn’t have cared less if she did go in her pants. I kept thinking if I had to clean one more pair of dirty underwear I was going to scream. But as with everything else that comes with being a parent, we do it and move on. And I did. I had to constantly remind myself that generally, 15 year olds don’t poop their pants. One day she would wake up and it would all just happen, just like everything else.
Well FINALLY, after two and half years of agonizing over this milestone and now that I’ve started to budget in ‘potty training necessities’ to my already tight budget MY DAUGHTER IS FINALLY FULLY POTTY TRAINED!!!!!!! Pop the cork, forget the glass, this momma is celebrating!!!!!