For quite a while I’ve known that Ben is ready to stop wearing a nappy at bedtime (the fact that he gets me up to take him to the loo is a pretty good indicator!) but I’ve been reluctant to go there and say goodbye to babyhood (for my reasoning see And So to Sleep). Potty training (just over a year ago) was a pretty intense period of my life and I envisaged night time potty training being equally grim.
Anyway – after a busy week; culminating in an overnight stay in Birmingham I got home on Saturday and at bedtime I decided enough was enough. Ben hated wearing his nappy (even big boy pull up nappies) so I sat him on the loo and asked him to wee. He did – no problem.
I popped the little potty in his room and showed him where it was and explained that now he was a big boy he didn’t need a nappy anymore and if he wanted the loo to tell me – or if he didn’t have time he could use his potty and then let me know when he was done. I headed wearily downstairs where a G&T knocked me flat out.
Why had I done this after an incredibly busy and stressful week? What was wrong with me. I went to sleep and woke up at half six to see a worried little face pressed up against mine. I cautiously inhaled – couldn’t smell anything.
“Mummy, I need the toilet”.
OK – we headed to the loo and I surreptitiously glanced at his pajama bottoms – bone dry. Monday morning was the same – up for a wee and back into bed until the sun came up on his gro-clock. So – let’s see how it goes tonight – could we be three times lucky?
Oh – and onto the next big step: last night when I popped Ben on the loo and asked him to wee before getting in the bath; I told Ciaran how clever Ben was to do his wee in the loo. Ciaran took a look at Ben on the loo and then down at his own naked self and joined in. He wee’d happily all over the mat and was very proud of himself!