Apparently, the beginning and ends of my babyhood were trying times for my mom. I was colicky at the beginning. And at the end, I was famously resistant to the potty. It even spilled over into my elementary school years, when I was positively notorious for giving about four seconds notice that I had to go.
And now there is Miss M, who has blithely suggested that we wait until her third birthday and then she will magically say goodbye to her diapers and then we (Abba and Ema) will buy her a kitchen.
But this involves actually sitting on the potty, something she is loathe to do. So this morning was the introduction of a new routine: potty, then nurse. Or, in her case, scream, beg to come off the potty, and scream some more because you are peeing all over yourself, your parents, and the bathroom. Then nurse. All of this took place before 5:30 am.
I have a very bad feeling about all this. I have no idea why she is so freaked. Bribes seem to make absolutely no difference. For really the first time in parenting I feel utterly out of my depth. It’s going to be a long summer, any way you slice it.
Having only recently emerged from potty training hell, I can totally empathize with you. Hang in there, and know that some day, probably of your daughter’s choosing, she will use that potty.
Suzanne, I’m glad you made it through!
I have to say, I wish I could advise, but I can’t on this one. My kids did well with the bribes and threats. But if it makes you feel better, my sister is in a similar state with my soon to be three niece, who insists that “someday I sit on potty.” I can put the two of you in touch and you can commiserate….