We're slowly working on potty training with Seamus. One of the most frustrating things is that he poops in his diaper every single night about 30 seconds after we put him in bed and close the door. He used to poop on the potty (by accident and by trying), but now he refuses. I think it's a delay tactic, and it drives me insane. I don't want to make it into too big of a deal because I don't want to cause problems. We tried bribing him with sticker charts and prizes, but he won't do it. He will pee no problem. Tonight I completely gave up and just bought super cheap diapers. So, now he can poo in the cheap diaper and then we can change him and put the expensive night diaper on for the rest of the night.
Speaking of the rest of the night, he wakes up one or two times during the night. This happens about 4 nights during the week. I'm always the one that gets up because Jim is usually comatose. While it sucks to get out of bed and deal with a crying kid, it's not that bad. Last night he woke up at 4am. I get up, go into his room, sit on his bed and hug him for about 30 seconds. I kiss his head and put him back into bed. And that's it. So, at 4:03am I was back in my bed and thinking about how this is actually a very special time. He wraps his arms and legs around me like a little monkey and it is such a sweet experience of total love. He is also so different from his sister. She went through a few phases of waking up several times a night when she was his age and older. However, she would cry and cry. The second you started to leave the room she would start to wail. We often needed to let her cry it out a bit. With him, he's instantly comforted and happy to go back to bed. I'm not sure what wakes him up or why he cries, and I wish he didn't need me to come in. At the same time, I am treasuring these times while I still have them. I know that he won't be my little boy for much longer.
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