A Christmas present from the Potty Chronicles

It’s Christmas Eve as I write this and for the best effect in visualizing my mood, imagine this post as a victory roar much like the one at the beginning of the movie ‘Gladiator’.

It’s been several months, several frayed nerves, several sighs and several tears since we had started potty training Benvolio, and now, finally, we can say that he is fully potty trained.  I feel like the shield-maiden and I deserve a week on a remote island somewhere with no internet connection and unrestricted access to a substantial library and a fully stocked bar.

Those readers who have gone through this process, I salute you.  This was my first (and last) attempt.  These words are meant to be not only a record of our success, but also a guide to help those who have yet to go through this process.  To those about to sigh(and curse), I salute you.

We started with videos like Potty Time and Potty Pirate (which had more of an effect on him than any of the others).  We purchased him his own smaller potty from IKEA.  We offered rewards and books and hours spent with him in the bathroom.  After a month or two of defeat, we finally started rewarding successful uses with M&M’s.

Success.  Sort of.  He started using it to pee.  It was a victory, though not a complete one. We were happy and as ground-breaking as it was, we knew we still had some distance to travel to get where we are today.

He refused to poop. At least not in the potty.  He would wait until his nap time or bed time pull up.  There were lots of interesting dances and excuses, but never any results.

We offered more chocolate for successes.  Still nothing. Then, one day, out of nowhere…

…Success!  He went on his own.  Huzzah!   We danced, we sang, we were giddy! We thought we were done!  We were… premature.

We stopped using pull-ups at night (Yes, I know, I like to live dangerously).  After the third night in a row of being woken up in the middle of the night to clean up messes and start laundry, we went back to them.

He stopped then, using the potty, except to pee. To the point of holding it for five days.

We got seriously worried at that point and finally consulted our pediatrician.   She suggested two things that, in retrospect, made me think that if we had done it sooner we could have done this victory dance much sooner (if “if’s” and “buts” were crisps and nuts…).

So, for those having issues with their toddler who won’t poop, for those who are getting into potty training for their toddler, I have this wonderful tactic that was recommended to us:

Miralax and Fiber Gummies (NOTE: consult your pediatrician, of course, before doing anything like this, please).  We started with half a dose of both (1/2 capful of Miralax with water and one gummy) with the direction to move to a full dose after a week and then, once we had three straight days of success, taper it back down for another week.  We were told to make sure he drinks plenty of water.

Sounds simple enough… and trust me, it was.  I was expecting results in another month.  Not two days later.

It has now been five days (seven days since we called) straight with him using the potty for both businesses and five nights of no accidents.

We all have leveled up… the shield-maiden and I are booking our flight.

I hope this helps you all with your toddler’s potty problems, or at least, with a little bit of entertainment and laughter.

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Viking Dad

Viking Dad

Stephan aka Viking Dad (or Dad the Viking), has lived most of his life in a state of transience, moving from state to state in an effort to gain experience, loot and renown. Now that he’s older (and presumably wiser for all that experience) he’s become quite a bit less transient (having lived in the same place now for over six years). He is married to an awesome pink-haired dual-classed seamstress/shield maiden and is raising two incredibly creative (not to mention unrestrained) children to live a creative lifestyle. This blog is not only an expression of that desire, but a record, an archive for those children and those children’s children to learn about the trials and tribulations of leading such a lifestyle.