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The Potty Training Saga: Constipation Nation
Ah potty training.
Giving birth was HORRIBLY hard. Converting to the bottle; a distinct challenge. Learning to adapt to daycare; a nightmare. But potty training? It just might be the worst yet.
I am what you’d call squeamish… easily grossed out. I hate bathrooms. I don’t eat meat with fat on it (most meat is suspect, really), I won’t touch raw chicken, and I DESPISE cleaning (or even touching) the toilet. I avoid dirty diapers like they are the plague and will go to great lengths to avoid public restrooms.
So THIS PROCESS, by which you spend HOURS and HOURS in the bathroom looking, talking, touching… it’s enough to send me into fits!
That said, I think we’re getting there. CJ is more determined than ever before to do his duty (doody? heh heh) on the toilet rather than in his pants, which, I must say, is a HUGE LEAP FOR MANKIND (forget landing on the moon; THIS is noteworthy). Probably because we told him that he could only have his BIG HUGE Transformer as long as he’s using the toilet, but hey- whatever it takes!
Unfortunately, the process is extremely stressful for him, and the end result is, well, “corkage” for lack of better word.
…Back to the Internet to do more research… turns out constipation is quite a common problem when children are potty training.
…Off to the store to buy natural stool softeners (even that WORD sends shivers of horror up my spine)
…Juice, prunes, and oh the waiting. We are spending hours in the bathroom.
…and finally, GLORY GLORY HALLELUJAH, we have movement. A bowel movement, that is. Will miracles never cease? I hate to flush it, for in fact, THIS might be the 8th wonder of the world.
Related:
The Potty Training Initiative
The Potty Training Initiative: Transformerations
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