I have been prepping Isaac for this. We have been talking about his "big boy" underpants and going in the potty all week. He was excited to show Nonnie his undies. However, this morning he woke up with grumpy pants on. I tried to change them. He had peed through his pjs AGAIN, and he hates that. He hates pee in his bed. But...he would not put on his underwear. He screamed for a diaper. SCREAMED. I finally gave in and put a pull up on him. He watched a movie, and after awhile, he seemed in better spirits.
I got the undies on him. We started a puzzle. And then....
"I'M ALL WET!"
Yep, that was the first pair. However, it was more of a Mom, my pants are wet I need you to change me type exclamation. He wasn't really bothered by it. No idea why.
It's been that way all day. I put another pull up on him for naptime. He's been asleep for 2 hours now. He's exhausted. I'm exhausted. All we have been doing all day is changing clothes.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe this is too soon. Maybe he isn't as ready as I thought.
Or maybe I am being weak. Maybe I am just trying to hold onto my baby for a bit longer. As much as I hate buying diapers, if it means he's still my little baby for just a few more days...well, you know. That doesn't make sense unless you are a mother who is far away from having another baby.
This week itself has been exhausting. Emotionally. Physically. Mentally.
So many things that I want, that Ben and I want, are so close to our grasp, yet so far away. It seems like there are always challenges. And I am not one to shy from a challenge. I like challenge. But at the same time, I have enough of it. I just want one thing to come easily because I, we, have worked so hard to get through other challenges.
You know, like the prize candy bar you get for finally peeing in the potty.