I thought for sure the daughter just had the same
peeing at night issues that I had until I was about 7 or 8 years old.
Although, mine may have had something to do with some trauma caused by a
family member who is not and will never be missed by myself. That’s a
story for some other day, if ever. Anyway, back to the subject on hand,
peeing at night.
She
filled and I mean FILLED her pull-up so full I’m positive she lost 5
pounds just taking it off every morning, so I never pushed the potty
training at night thing. Until the day that she pulled on said pull-up
right before bed and started peeing in it before she got it fully pulled
up. Excuse me? You waited to pee in the pull-up instead of the toilet?
Gauntlet thrown. Bribery challenge has commenced.
The
next day I showed the daughter how I wrote the numbers 1 through 7 on the white board. Each number represented a day that she woke up
with a dry pull-up. If she could get a circle around each number for 7 days in a row she
would get the super expensive, huge, plastic toy horse she had been
lusting over at Target. I explained peeing before bed and that as soon as she
woke up, she should take off the pull-up and put on underwear. She was
giddy with excitement. I was giddy with excitement. The toddler was giddy
with excitement (she had a cup of fruit snacks in her hand). The husband
was a bit reserved about the whole idea. I guess he’s the smart one in
the house.
The
next day the daughter was thrilled to show me a dry pull-up. She was
giddy with excitement. I was giddy with excitement. The toddler was still
sleeping. The husband pointed out the fully soaked pull-up hidden behind
her bedroom door. Yeah. She pulled off the wet one and put on a dry one
as evidence that she didn’t pee overnight. Oy. She did this three more
times. The second one was hidden on the floor, at the end of her bed.
The third one was lying in the hallway next to the dry one she put on
after taking off the wet one. Oy, again. Also, my husband is now smugly,
smart.
I am knocking on wood as I type these words (they are being typed very, very slowly with one hand)…she was legitimately dry yesterday and again this morning. She used the toilet before bed and right after she woke up both days (still knocking on the faux wood). Could this be it? The daughter is giddy with excitement. I’m giddy with excitement. The baby is too busy picking her nose to be giddy. The husband is bordering on giddy. Hopefully, he’s still the smart one since borderline giddy is about as giddy as he gets, but I claim the smartest of all award because I snagged one of those super expensive, huge, plastic toy horses on clearance at Target in early November. 65% off bitches!
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