| We are in full potty-training mode. It's going reasonable well, although my darling daughter was an absolute monster yesterday and I wonder/suspect it is related. We've had several 'incidents'. The saddest and most disturbing for me was a few nights ago. She was taking a bath and I was chilling in the bedroom. She usually sings or talks to herself the whole time so I can tell she's fine and happy. Then it got kind of quiet but I could still hear her sort of mumbling and splashing around. Not long after she yells out to me something like "mommy go downstairs" or something about downstairs. I sing out back asking what's up and what's downstairs. She calls out again, this time a little more desperately and before I can move she bursts out sobbing. Like big, horrible heart wrenching sobs. I leap off the bed and sprint to the bathroom. It was so sad. She had pooped in the tub and was trying to get all the poopies out. They were a bunch lined up on the side of the tub and she was just crying her heart out. I was kind of shocked. Between the poo line up and the crying I was immobilized a second or two. I yelled to O to come help (he was already coming) and then grabbed her out of the tub. It was so upsetting for me to see her like that. She seemed so ... dejected, distraught. It was awful. Poor baby. There's more but she's calling out. This site needs a draft function. |
