I'm done some EC or Elminiation Communication Training/Infant Potty Training with Tommy and it's going well. Sometimes we can go for a few hours without our diaper and without an accident. And sometimes we get poop and Pee in his potty. Check out my blog for a picture of him on the potty! (The one where he has an ice popsical.)
Basically when I'm home with him I put a diaper on him for naps and when he gets up from a nap he usually has to go potty, so I take the diaper off and sit him on the potty, he usually goes then. Then we play with the diaper off till nap time and if I think he need to go I put him on the potty again, sometimes he doesn't go, sometimes he does sometimes we have an accident on the floor, but we have tile, so I just clean it up. If I'm concerned about him having an accident (at someone else house I put a prefold diaper on him with no cover) so I can tell when he went and so can he, but it doesn't get on the floor. When I go out in public I usually put a prefold on him, or if I won't be able to change him right away a fuzzi bunz. Sometimes I'm daring and we go no diaper under clothes, but I"m wearing him in a sling or carrying him the whole time. If he gets figity then he either needs to nurse or go to the bathroom, and we go find a hiding place and I've got my little bucket with me and I put that between my legs and sit him on my lap and tell him to go potty. (we did once out at walmart). I have a zip lock in the portable potty and I just zipped it up and threw it away when I got home. On the days I just can't handle it I put him in fuzzi bunz. It's reduced the amount of diaper laundry where I could wash once a week, but I've learned not to wash that little or I'll grow something in the diapers. So I still wash once a week. (BTW we've always used cloth never a disposable).
Mother of a "Special" Child
When I was young, I'd often say,
I'd like to be a mom someday
While playing with my baby doll,
I thought that job's not hard at all
I'd have a baby, maybe two,
a girl in pink...a boy in blue
Well I grew up and sure enough,
I'm now a mom and gosh it's tough
The baby that was sent to me,
was born with disabilities
At first I'm frightened through and through,
there's much to learn to care for you
This wasn't in my plans at all,
when I was young and played with dolls
Your mind and body were so weak,
you might not ever walk or speak
So much special care required,
I'm often scared and often tired
As months and years go slowly by,
I smile a lot but sometimes cry
To watch you grow and not complain,
though you endure your share of pain
Oh, how I'd hold you and I'd pray,
that you'd be healed and whole someday
But I knew that was not to be,
not physically or mentally
And so I taught you best I could,
your progress wasn't very good
But then one day I realized,
as I gazed into your loving eyes
That I had learned so much from you,
determination...courage too
A love so unconditional,
it floods my soul and always will
I'm proud to say I gave you birth,
for you're an angel here on earth.
God Choose a mother for a "Special" child
Most women becaome mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressure and a couple by habit.
This year nearly 100,000 women will become mothers of handicapped children. Did you ever wonder how mothers of handicapped children are chosen?
Somehow I visualize God hovering over earth selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger.
"Armstrong, Beth; son. Patron saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity."
"Forrest, Marjotie; daughter. Patron saint, Cecelia."
"Rutledge, Carrie; twins. Patron saint, Matthew."
Finally He passes a name to an angel and smiles, "Give her a handicapped child."
The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God, "Could I give a handicapped child to a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."
"But she has patience?" asked the angel.
"I don't want her to have to much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she'll handle it."
"I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has his own world. She has to make her live in her world and that's not going to be easy."
"But, Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles, "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect - she has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps - "selfishness? is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a 'spoken word'. She will never consider a 'step' ordinary. When her child says 'Momma' for the first time, she will be present at a miracle, and will know it!"
"I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice....and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side".
And what about her Patron saint? asked the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.
God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."
3 comments:
Sorry great babe!
Super!
Its amazing what kids can do. I know he can do it!
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