The pink makeup is out in full force, and you know what that means
The most success we have had yet. And, I kid you not, tears came to my eyes as I realized that success was happening.
Okay, as I was typing this, Ada called to me from the bathroom, where she had, ON HER OWN, gone to the bathroom yet again. And since then, it has been a non-stop potty party over here. I think the miralax is finally working it's magic. I am actually starting to feel sorry for her little stomach and bottom because it can't feel good to go to the bathroom that much.
But her confidence level is flying high. In fact, she just said to me, "When I was a baby, I went poopy in my diaper, but now that I am a big girl I go poopy in the potty," as if the former wasn't true only three days ago!!! It really made me laugh. She is apparently washing her hands of that terrible situation, and we are going to simply say that it was when she was a baby that she used a diaper;)
She has used the potty so much today, that her "poopy chart" is full, and as soon as Scott gets home, the family is headed to Target to pick out a treat. We are all in major celebration mode. Seriously.
I called Scott at work, and he is as excited as the rest of us, and, like me, can't believe that it's real. And the thing is, if someone asked me what worked, what clicked and made her finally use the toilet, I still would say, "I HAVE NO IDEA!!" Except that I have been praying about this non-stop. Last night, as I drove to my tutoring session, I prayed about poopy the entire way there, and then as I ate lunch today and listened to Ada cry because her stomach hurt, I prayed about poopy again. I didn't glamourize anything for my prayers; I just laid it all out there.
Thank you, Lord, for this day. Thank you for this weight lifting off of me and the relief that overwhelms me. I don't know if things will move backwards in the next few days or weeks, but for now, I am celebrating!!!
And Ada has been diaper free for two nights now, and last night there was no bed-wetting. Poopy in the toilet or not, we are not looking back. No more diapers for my big girl, Ada!!! I am thrilled. As you can imagine.
By the way, I hate that pink makeup. After a bath, where I scrubbed and scrubbed her face, her face is still tinted pink. A terrible choice of prizes, I have to say.