With dance classes and princess camp around the corner (not to mention MDO in the fall), I cleared our social calendar last weekend and decided we’d give potty training a go. We talked it up to HG about all the things she could do as a big girl and bought new princess big girl panties.
On Thursday night, we left her diapers out in the garage for the diaper fairy to pick up and give to babies that needed them. On Friday morning, we opened the door to find a bag of prizes from the diaper fairy, all wrapped to be opened upon a successful potty, and she was so excited.
That morning, she teeteed twice in her big girl panties before she finally started getting the hang of trying to get to the potty. Mostly, she either wouldn’t make it there or she wouldn’t totally empty her bladder, but she earned a few prizes throughout the morning and a great attempt a time or two. Somewhere in the afternoon after nap, the prizes- and frankly any kind of reward- lost the magic, and she was ‘scared’ to use the potty. When I say scared, I mean crying, screaming, hitting when anyone mentioned the potty. Nothing would do the trick- no candy, no prize, no outside time, no grandparent visit. Nothing. We tried using timers, not using timers, but to no avail. We went to bed that night very frustrated.
It only got worse on Saturday morning. It was a stand off. She didn’t teetee from the time she woke up til about 11. She wouldn’t eat anything and was very lethargic, and she actually fell asleep once leaning over on the couch. She woke up as she realized she had to potty and was then hysterical when she had an accident. When she decided that she’d rather put on a diaper and take a nap than stay awake in her big panties, I knew something was wrong. She woke up from her nap with a 101.3 fever and a tummy ache, and we gave up on the potty training. From all of my internet investigation, I self diagnosed it as a UTI due to the fact that she was holding it so much, and I did not want to create an even bigger problem. She felt crummy through Sunday morning, but by that afternoon, she was back to her boisterous self.
O.M.G. We’ll have to try again soon, although I’m convinced she’ll go to kindergarten in diapers. And I’m only partly kidding.
Excited about her first prize
Our pitiful Saturday morning
And pitiful Saturday night
Sunday morning…I feel the same way, my dear. (This is her version of the hands-on-the-hip, a very strong gene that she inherited from her mama.)
And to end this very depressing post, a cute pic from our Monday night snuggle. I had waited all day for this exact moment, holding my girl close and watching her sleep peacefully.
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