IrishOboe

Nope, life isn’t much more than “pshsh” and “bthth” right now.  After a frustrating evening of doing everything to calm fussy Joseph and not succeeding for three hours (and only surviving because Valda was visiting and could help me out – but so much for girl time) I decided to brave my fears of pee spraying everywhere and poop exploding in inconvenient places and try some diaper-free time this morning.  After his morning nap I spread out the mattress protector on the floor and put on grungy clothes and decided not to care what got dirty.  I was pretty shocked that we went for over an hour without any misses.  I breastfed him and felt like he was working on something so put him on the potty and he peed and pooped.  I continued feeding him and was burping him when he got fussy and I put him on the potty again and he peed.  It seems crazy that he has such an awareness of his body.  We spent some time on the floor looking at bits and some time resting on my shoulder and each time he was calm I didn’t worry and when he got fussy I first tried the potty then went to a new position.  The last half of the hour I put him on the potty a lot (I’m still scared!) to no success.  At the end he got fussy and wouldn’t take anything.  Maybe I should have held him on the potty longer because he did then pee, getting his pants and some of mine, but mostly on the mattress protector.  Is that what I was so afraid about?  We decided to finish diaper-free time and I put on a diaper and nursed him to happy sleep.

At the very least it’s more entertaining for me . . .