It was a beautiful morning. The sun shined beautifully into our bedroom. And the whining of our two-year-old son got my husband out of bed. “I’ll go check on him,” my husband said.
A few seconds later, I heard my husband yelling for me, saying, “Oh. My. God. You won’t believe this! Come here!”
Now my husband can be pretty dramatic about things, so I didn’t really get too anxious about what he was saying.
I crawled out of bed and went to our son’s room. When I got there, I had a sight to behold…
But before I tell you what I saw, I have to go back to the night before…
Dear Son didn’t want to take a nap, so I decided to let him stay up and just go to bed earlier. Besides, Grandma was in town and it was her last day with him, so I decided to let them do some bonding.
Around 7:30PM, we noticed that Dear Son wasn’t in the room with us. We went to his bedroom to look for him and and found him in the bed asleep! One thing about our son is that he knows when he is sleepy!
We changed his diaper and didn’t put any pants on him. He was starting to wake up just with the diaper change, so we decided to just let him be in his diaper and shirt.
Fast forward to the next morning.
I get in my son’s room and see that my son had an accident of epic proportions. Here’s what happened.
**Disclaimer: Warning…this is gross. **
Dear Son had a bowel movement and decided that he didn’t want it on his bottom. Instead of coming and telling Mommy and Dada that he boo-booed like he usually does, he decided that he was a Big Boy and that he would just take his diaper off while still in his bed. While taking his diaper off, he got it all on his legs and all over his bed. It must have slipped out and got on his blanket and his Spiderman chair. Knowing that boo-boo isn’t supposed to be on your bed and chair, Dear Son decides that he is going to try and clean it up, thus getting it all over his hands and dropping some on the floor in spots.
Poor son. He was truly sorry for the mess he made.
My husband would’ve rather set the room on fire than to clean up all of that poop. I was pretty grossed out myself. But somehow, we reached deep down to the inner core of parenthood and cleaned up our child and his poopy room.
I’m so glad that my husband was home, because I would have had a nuclear meltdown if I had to clean up all of that poop by myself.
Needless to say, we started potty training that very day. It’s been two days later and there hasn’t been any progress that I can see right now.
Pray for me, cause right now, I’m feeling like I’ll be changing diapers forever.
I’m desperate for tips. What has worked for you?