I know I said this blog was going to be all baby and pregnancy stuff and all I can say is that since I've been pregnant sleeping has been a real issue for me, which leads me into the topic of this blog. I started potty-training Miss Megs this week. We have had a couple of other attempts at this, but looking back I don't think either one of was fully committed to the process;) But, after a trip to Sam's Club were I shelled out $90.00 on diapers-one box for her and one box to stock up for the babies, I was done with that! Plus, I really, really, I mean really want a break from changing diapers for a little bit. Not long, I am a realist, but any type of break would be awesome. Plus, the kid really wants to start at "sissy's school" when she turns three and she has to be potty-trained. So, alas we started again. What do you know? She has been doing fantastic. Let me back up by saying that I had a conversation with her over the weekend and asked her why she didn't want to "use the big girl potty". She looked at me said, "Um, let me think about it........because I don't want to." Lets just say, I was slightly concerned about how all of this might go. But, like I said, she is acting like an old pro! This *might* just be the end of diapers for my baby girl.
This all leads into this morning. Early, early morning. 4:30am to be exact. Which just happens to also be my witching hour. Without fail I wake up between 4:30 and 5am for one reason or another. To use the bathroom (darn babies kicking my bladder already), one of the kids has started screaming or the cat is "knocking" on the bedroom door to get in. Once I am up during this time I can not for the life of me go back to sleep. I probably should get up and be productive but I refuse to let insomnia win. I.am.tired. But, my mind has rested just enough to start thinking and worrying. The worrying I do can and probably will be it's very own blog so I won't even bother to delve any further into that topic. But, needless to say, I would prefer to just stay asleep through those hours. Well, this morning Megan decided to wake up. All I could think is great. I looked over at my dear husband, with the wishful thought that he maybe heard her, but yeah right. That man could and does sleep through just about everything. Dogs barking, getting stepped on, kids screaming, the damn cat knocking-all of it. So, I stumble out of my room and of course inevitably stub my toe on the bench at the end of the bed, trip over Joe's house shoes and then trip over the damn cat who is stalking my bedroom door....all in the 10 feet between my room and her door.
I open the door and she is sitting up in bed smiling. Smiling? It is 4:30 am I want to scream, but seriously that would take way too much energy at this point. She holds up her empty sippy and says "I need water". I just stare at her for a moment thinking a million horrible, bad mommy responses....all that comes out those is "What?". She must have mistook my look of death and question for the normal prompting she gets to use manners. So, she continues holding up the cup and says "Can I please have water?" I just sit down at the end of her bed and continue to stare. And then she says it. "Mommy, my diaper is dry and I have to go potty!!!" And oh my, she was so darn excited. I check and sure enough, the diaper is dry. There are two thoughts going through my mind, the first is the bad mommy thought-just tell her to pee in her diaper, it's ok, that's why we put it on before bed. Then there' the good mommy thought-Yes! YES! YES! The kid is getting it, even at the god awful hour of 4:30, she is getting it. So, the good mommy in my brain over-rules the bad mommy and off we go to sit on the potty.
Of course after I get her water, tuck her in and rub her back I am awake for a good two hours, but this time around I just couldn't be upset. Even as I nod off and the twins wake up to have a royal rumble in my uterus I am still at peace with it. I was exhausted this morning when we got up, but hey, the diaper was still dry and my baby....oops my big girl (she would be sooo mad if she knew I called her my baby) is one step closer to being potty-trained. One more hurdle cleared to becoming that all important pre-schooler. And as much as I hate the fact that my girlies are growing up at me, I am also very proud of them for always taking the challenges we throw at them head-on and with a vigor that never ceases impress and amaze me. Side note: Don't expect me to be so reasonable when Gracie-girl starts kindergarten this year:) Let's just hope this doesn't become a habit though!
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