For those of you unfamiliar, Potty Talk is my ongoing series on the joys of potty training. The first installment was in January 2008, soon after we began potty training with Bridget. Between January and June 2008, a total of seven posts were dedicated to the process. Since then, the potty news fell silent.
Until now.
When we had our second baby (about 3 months ago), I was a little bit worried about regression in the potty department. I’d heard horror stories. Anyway, I was pleased to have avoided that – at least mostly (she had only ONE accident shortly after he was born that caused me to think that is was related his crowding her throne). She has actually been nothing short of amazing with her new little brother, but that’s a topic for another day.
The past week or so has been interesting.
Accident after accident. Sometimes just a little. Sometimes puddles. Sometimes #2… boy, those are fun. About one a day.
She could care less if she doesn’t get to wear princess underwear anymore. And she’s a pro at timeouts – they don’t get to her anymore either. After about the third day in a row of accidents it was pretty obvious that whatever we were doing wasn’t working. I sat her down and we had a heart-to-heart. We talked about what would be a better punishment – what would get her to stop having accidents.
First timeout was increased to 5 minutes. And no princess undies.
Then 10 minutes.
Then another 10 minutes.
Last Tuesday she had an accident that lost her the privilege of playing with friends for an entire week. She hated having to tell her friends “no” when the asked if she could play, and she hated when I told her “no” to inviting friends over. Since last Tuesday, she’d done really well! No accidents.
Until today.
We were sitting down to lunch and she said, “don’t look at me.” I asked why, she wouldn’t say. I asked if she had an accident. She said, “I’m not telling.” We went around and around like this for a couple of minutes before she told me that she had pooped her pants. Yes, poop.
Ugh!
“So, if you had an accident, why are sitting at the table and not in the bathroom?”
“I didn’t want you to know”
“Did you know that you get in even more trouble if you have an accident and try to hide it from me?”
(nodding)
“Go to the bathroom. I’ll be up in a minute.”
“BUT, I just don’t want you to take away my polly pockets!”
“Just go to the bathroom. We’ll talk about this in a minute.”
Yep.Taking away Polly Pockets was the next thing. Only for 2 days, but she did not want those to go! She tried apologizing. “I’m so, so, SO sorry I had an accident.” She tried bargaining. “You can take my PEZ dispensers AND my doctor stuff, but please don’t take my polly pockets.” She tried begging. “Please. Oh please mom.”
I wanted to give in. But I couldn’t. That wouldn’t get us anywhere.
So I had her go down to the playroom with me. We cleaned them up, and I made her hand them over. She cried for a few minutes, but overall was pretty mature about it. She said she understands why I took them away.
But does she understand?
Will it keep her from having accidents this time?
What will I have to try next? No friends. No toys. No movies. No treats. Just math homework for the next 48 hours???? Ha.
(That probably gives math a negative wrap. Sorry, math – you shouldn’t be the one punished here. I actually liked doing math homework most of the time.)
Has anyone else had to deal with these periods of regression? What has worked for you? Seriously, I’m dying over here.