Sunday, May 8, 2011
Here he is, in all his 3 year-old glory sitting on the potty with a book. He is now four, but still enjoys sitting on the toilet for a really long time. Sometimes over 30 minutes pass. When I check on him he says he is still pushing. He reads, listens to music, and now, reads books on the iphone. I've known grown men to do the same, so I guess it pretty common to sit on the pot.
It is hard to believe that this little guy used to crawl on my lap when he felt the need to poop and say, "No, no, no," in the cutest and most frightened of voices.
Is your baby, toddler, or kid scared to poop? Mine was. We did all the right things, right? We kept him close, we did elimination communication, we were encouraging, but there is one thing I missed. It hurt. At least it did the first few times, but that was all he needed to know. It was sealed in this mind, Poop = pain.
There was one time that he didn't poop for days. We were traveling and figured it was normal to be thrown off. Everyone had an opinion about it. It was too long. Don't worry about it. Every kid is different. Etc.
And when it came out in a public bathroom in Toronto, Canada, it was so hard and so long that my husband, who had not seen the arduous poops our son endured, cried out loud, "Oh my god! This is insane"
What is crazy is that this is just one of the times that this happened. Looking back, I shouldn't have waited so long before taking action. I would have given him a diet full of stewed prunes and anything else to soften his stools. We stayed away from prunes because of a weakness in his teeth, but it would have saved him a lot of stress if he just pooped without pain.
Do you have stories about poop anxiety? Please do share!
at 3:58 PM
Saturday, May 7, 2011
This is in the Agora museum in Athens, Greece. It inspires me to want to write a new "Ode on a Grecian Urn." But I think Keats said it best when he wrote:
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Whether you are doing Elimination Communication or conventional potty training, it helps to have a bit of a chuckle sometimes. Even if it comes with a rolling of the eyes.
Thank you, Greg Allen for the image via his cool blog Daddy Types.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Our son could not have been older than one.
I remember that I had a meeting with my funder and a potential client for a new poetry workshop with a group of seniors and my phone was buzzing my my pocket the whole time. My husband was alone with our son in the car. Our son was crying and he couldn't help him stop.
When I left the workshop, I ran to some Upper East Side dead end street to find my husband with our crying son. I took our son, breastfed him, watched him do his familiar squirm and immediately took off his pants and diaper. After a satisfying little poop and pee, our son was as happy as could be.
Alas...sometimes we all feel better after we let it out, no?
at 11:25 AM