Another day is in the books, and I am still VERY pleased with the progress that we are making!My first surprise of the day came at 8am when Ethan decided to finally wake up - almost an hour later than usual. I spent the first 60 minutes of the day anxiously watching the monitor for him to open those eyes, knowing that each minute that passed lowered my odds of finding him in a dry bed. Turns out my fears were realized - when he got up and I finally went in his room, the first word out of his mouth was "diaper" as he sat in a wet bed. Oh well - that's part of the process! So off came the sheets and on went the dry underwear.
Once downstairs, it was time to get the fluids flowing and the crotch-watching started!! Ethan downed a glass of milk pretty quick, but there wasn't any activity to speak of for about 2 hours. Unless you call me every 15 seconds saying "tell me if you need to go potty, OK?" activity that is. Keisha and Jackson left around 10am to go out for the day, so Ethan and I had our run of the house. That is exactly what we did, too! We played in every room of the house, including the garage, and Ethan was having a blast. Finally, around 10:30am I caught a glimpse of the vaunted "pee-pee dance." I scooped him up and sprinted to the bathroom where he knocked it out of the park - first one of the day!! This was two days in a row that he made it happen, so I was feeling GREAT about our progress! My balloon was quickly burst though when Ethan decided to water the carpet in our play room about 15 minutes later.
I was presented with two unique problems today:
1. As if I didn't have enough orifices to monitor already, Ethan's nose was running non-stop all day long. The poor guy's nose is all chapped from all of the wiping, especially since he hasn't really mastered the "blowing of the nose" process either.
2. Ethan has to poop. Bad. Real bad. "What's the problem?" you ask? Well, his hind-quarters are apparently really sore, and I don't think that he's dealing with very polite poo-poo. He's gotten pretty good at letting me know when he has to go, either by "doing the dance" or stopping whatever he's doing and giving me the look. Since we were in the playroom all afternoon, every "look" involved me picking him up and sprinting down 5 stairs, up 7 stairs, taking a hard right, then a left, then a right, then another left just to get him to the potty - all while carrying a 30lb sack of constipated potatoes in front of me. Then once he would sit on the toilet, he would immediately start crying because of the pain and call the whole thing off. I easily completed this obstacle course 20 times over a span of about 2 hours - that's how I know the little guy is backed up. We completed bath and bed without him ever resolving this little issue (despite trying around 5 more times), so I'm either going to experience some magic early tomorrow or walk into a crappy crime scene in the morning - stay tuned!
All around, today was a success though. We had two successful "pee-trips" and only two accidents during waking hours. He did wake up both this morning and from his nap a little wet, but I think that has more to do with my fluid management at this stage of the game than it does with his ability to turn off the spigot. Tomorrow is the last day of the formal process, so it's important that I stay the course until this thing is finished. Signing off.
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