Poo Poo Perils of the Potty Pro

Words really can't express how proud I am of my boy and his potty pro status. He's doing so well that I don't really have too much anxiety about him having accidents. He's been to daycare for two days with no accidents and tonight we went to Walmart where he asked to use the potty and was taken to the public restroom (which is a little gross and makes me think we should start carrying around one of those tiny bottles of Purel.)

I say "not much" anxiety because there is "some." And that's when it comes to Numero Dos.

He'd had one small poopy "encounter" over the weekend which couldn't necessarily be called a success. And then he didn't go on Monday. So I knew that yesterday the bomb would be dropping, so to speak.

(Why am I telling you this? Because I have an obsessive need to overshare about my life. It's called blogging.)

Anycrap - so yesterday afternoon he's pacing and crying and clutching his lower abdomen.

"Do you need to go poo poo?"

"Noooooooooo" he would cry. And then he would pace some more.

A few times he said, "I need to go poo poo." And I would take him and he would sit for a second and then jump up and say that he didn't need to go. And then he would cry some more.

We did our usual nighttime ritual and I put him to bed. He seemed okay. He did his usual thing of crying behind his door while I sat across the hall in the computer room perusing facebook and eBay and etsy and all of that good stuff and every now and again saying, in a stern voice, "Jude . . . go to BED!"

Well his normal crying and whining turned into screams. "MOMMYMOMMYMOMMY!"

I rushed into his room. He was flailing his arms. And then I saw something abnormal about the seat of his underwear.

We hurried to the potty and he had started to poop in his pants but finished there. It was highly disgusting because I had to clean the potty out and clean him up and change his underwear . . .etc. Comes with the territory, I know. He was excited to get two M&Ms instead of one. Both brown. How ironic is that?

So I say, "Are you finished? Do you need to go some more?"

He shakes his head.

So I put him back in bed.

About three minutes later there is more shrieking and wailing. I burst into the room. This time he's sitting up his bed, flailing again. He's not only pooped again - from start to finish - but in the midst of the hysteria he'd managed to pee as well.

Sigh.

"It's okay baby. Accidents happen." I said as I changed the sheets and another pair of undies.

I felt so sorry for him.

So - I believe that he is terrified of pooping on the potty. I did some research about it online today and it basically says that they just get over it with time. But I'm wondering how many nights like last night will we have to endure? I guess I can understand the terror a bit. If you don't really know what's happening to your body, it might freak you out too. Somewhere online it said they might feel like they are losing a part of themselves. A very stinky part, albeit . . .

I bought a poo poo prize tonight. Some Kung Fu Panda stickers. They are propped up on the bathroom windowsill so he can see them when he sits on the potty. He knows that they are his poopy reward.

Hopefully he'll overcome this soon. I mean, I know it's only DAY SIX of this training but I want him to feel okay about his body functions and whatnot.

So that's the scoop on poop.

Sorry if this totally grossed you out.