I remember, perhaps only two weeks ago, when Evan would look up at me and whine that he needed to go to the potty. I would look at where we were standing in the store, judge the time and the distance, and run while pushing the cart with both boys riding the wind. I remember when I would turn around and notice Evan was pantsless and underwearless as he built a castle and when I ask him, he would tell me he just went potty with an oh-by-the-way-duh voice. Then last week he began wetting his pants again.
I was so proud. So confident. So sure. We got this down. We can go places without dragging the potty seat or wearing a diaper or asking half a million times if he needs to use the bathroom. He can go to the Sunday school class. Sure, he still has to poop in a diaper (yeah, what’s up with that?), but he can control his bladder and tell me when he has to go. My kid’s awesome, and I’m awesome. Oh, but pride cometh before the fall.
Then last Thursday I noticed he peed his pants while he watched TV. That’s weird. He was just sitting there completely oblivious to the fact he was peeing or that he’s pants were wet. When he wakes up wet from naptime, he cries. Then Friday he must have had three or four accidents. What is going on? No telling me. No trying. Half the time he’s doing nothing at all. Saturday we took the boys to see Madagascar 2 and then to lunch; I kept asking Evan if he needed to go. He would say no, and then at the restaurant he had an accident without telling me. What the hell?
Now all the books say that this is just an accident; the child did not mean to do it. But there’s no remorse. He knows how to go it. I know he knows how to do it. I can’t help but feel that this is some sort of payback for something.
Actually I have theories.
Theory 1. We stopped giving Evan treats except for poop, which he hasn’t done yet. But maybe he’s upset that he isn’t getting rewarded for something that was a big deal.
Theory 2. We have been trying to limit naked time to one point of the day instead of the whole day except when we go outside. When he’s naked he goes to the bathroom, but when he’s dressed he has accidents. See the connection?
Theory 3. Perhaps this is some phase which is completely innocent, and I really need to stop accusing my toddler of an ulterior motive.
But this is so frustrating. We had it down. Heck, he didn’t have an accident the last time we drove to my parents’ house. But now I worry about the road trip to my husband’s dad’s house. Or any accidents he might have there. Worse yet, I’m getting their pictures taken in their yet-to-be-bought Christmas outfits on Monday. I can’t have him peeing on his good pants right before the shoot. Ugh.
So I’ve gone back to the basics. He is forced to try after he gets up and almost every hour on the hour. He has to sit on the pot before we go anywhere and before we leave the store. I’m giving him a butter toffee peanut (compliments of Wally) every time he pees in the potty, and we are not doing anything Evan fun related until he can prove he can tell us when he needs to use the potty. On top of that, he has to take off his own wet clothes and hang them over the tub to dry, and then he has to put on new dry underwear.
I bring this issue before the internet council of mothers to ask what else or different should I do. It has been a week, and Evan is still having accidents twice a day or so. He used to only have accidents during his naptimes. I await your wisdom.