Constipated

My life at the moment is measured in Luke's bowel movements. I apologise in advance for this post,  because although I'd decided, with the complete clarity one feels at 342am, that I wouldn't bore you today  with stories of potty training, I then realized that I've actually nothing else to talk about. I'm obsessed and so completely over it, all at the same time.Over the last two weeks his life (and mine) has revolved almost exclusively around a blue and white lump of plastic.

As a family we share in the glory moments, breaking into spontaneous applause when something....anything,  is produced in the potty. Then after Luke's victory lap of the kitchen, he and I enjoy the thrilling ritual of emptying the potty's contents into the loo, along with a cheery goodbye as we flush them away. 'Bye bye pee-pees, bye bye poo poos!' Next there's the hand washing, and finally the treat of a sticker and/or a sweetie from the tin...usually for both of us. We've actually seen real progress in the pee department- he pops on and off all day long and has even been dry a few times in the morning -result!

I never want to lay eyes on this book again when we're done..

And what of the Department of Poo? (I know you're on the edge of your seat!) Not so much, I'm sorry to say! He's raging against that particular machine- holding it, fighting it, grimacing, wriggling, twisting, crying, anything to put off answering nature's call. Hours go by, days even, while he claws at me, calls, moans, craving relief but unable to give in and call a truce . Meanwhile I cajole, soothe,encourage, offer bribes, rub his back, read him stories, watch Peppa Pig, play music, sing- anything to take his mind off the battle and allow nature to have her way. But no, still he fights on.

We're pretty much grounded too because he's only comfortable using his OWN potty, and toilets of any kind are still a no no, so its all very restrictive...and going nowhere fast. I think that it would be fair to say that we're frustrated and fed up with the whole situation and perhaps even regretting starting the process in the first place.... and by we, of course I mean me.

Now, he's on medicine, euphemistically  to 'help things along a little bit',  with the odd suppository chucked in for good measure, so hopefully the whole delightful situation will improve, sooner rather than later. I do have some previous experience of this issue- another of my boy children had the same problem and it resolved itself with some help and I'm sure this will too. It's just a question of when!


 In the meantime though, I'm trying very hard to celebrate the fact that we've got 50 % of  potty training cracked, and the rest is sure to follow, and someday I'll probably even look back and laugh... yeah, right. Here's hoping that your Monday is less constipated than mine, Em Xxx


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