BJ was no treat to potty train. We finally got over that hurdle when he was, oh, 3 1/2. But we never got over the night time
pottying hurdle. Until about 2 months ago, I had him in
pull ups at night. And then Brian and I decided that maybe they were more of crutch for him. That maybe he wasn't motivated to get up and go to the bathroom at night since he was basically wearing a diaper. So we gave them up. And I think we've had, oh, maybe 5 dry nights since. Okay, maybe a few more, but not many. I'm not really sure where to go from here.
Our game plan has been to limit beverage intake after dinner to a minimum (almost NOTHING), and to take him to the bathroom before we head to bed, usually around 11:30 or so. We also praised him heavily on dry mornings and never (well not intentionally at least) did we get angry at him for being wet. That seemed to be working pretty good until about 2 weeks ago. Now he is wetting the bed every night. Sometimes more than once. And on Monday night a record THREE times. What is going on?
I've done tons of research and discovered that, enuresis, as it's called, is more common in boys and usually continues until age 5. That made me feel a little better. But not much. Seriously, I am so sick of washing multiple loads of laundry everyday that smell like urine. Not to mention getting up several times a night with both kids to either feed or change sheets and clothes. (Don't even get me started on Mia's sudden need to wake up every 3 1/2 hours at night to eat after she'd been sleep 7 hours straight for weeks.)
So do you have any advice?
Switching gears now. Tonight
BJ puked in his bed and all over himself and then writhed in pain on the bathroom floor for an hour. So now I realize that changing sheets that smell like urine is much more enjoyable than
pukey (we had sloppy
joes for dinner if that tells you anything) sheets. So that officially makes three sets of sheets washed today.
Can I get a little sympathy?
Switching gears again. So last week we spent 4 glorious days at the
Mo' Fo's house. I got to hang with my
BFF Amanda too. Love them both.
BJ and Sophie got along good, for the most part, always acting like brother and sister. Sam did not hit Mia once, which is big for him! AND, I got lots of
scrapbooking done. Plus Lisa gave me the wonderful opportunity to order MORE
scrapbooking supplies. Love that!!
After we left Austin, we headed to Houston to meet Brian for the weekend. We had a great time shopping, eating and just having fun as a family.
When we got home on Monday night, we were all exhausted and so ready to be home. When I got up on Tuesday and stepped on the scale, which was completely the wrong thing to do since I'd eaten out about 137 times over the past week, it told me in big, bright numbers that I'd gained 6 pounds. Six pounds in one week. Yep. I wanted to throw that b#$% @
ss scale down the hill in front of my house. Lisa, don't ever make deep butter cake AND banana nut bread when I come again. Also, next time, just discourage me from eating at all. It's so hard to be around someone who's pregnant because they are terrible influences when it comes to eating.
I gained 24 pounds while I was pregnant with Mia. At my six week post
partum appointment, I'd drop 21 of those pounds. Since then I've gained back 9 of those pounds.
Damnit. I'm breastfeeding a
chowhound. I should NOT be gaining weight!!
Tomorrow I have a
eleventy-million things to do and since
BJ barfed tonight (really I do feel terrible for him), I have to keep him home from mother's day out, which means I will get exactly zero things done. Such is life.