We’ve been working on getting Little Miss Sunshine to stay dry through the night. This is one area of parenting where I have no idea what is normal. Both of our older kids spontaneously started staying dry overnight on their own, one at a freakishly early age, the other at an age well past that of most kids. In both cases we were pretty laid back about it, figuring they’d sort it out eventually, and so they did.
We’re being more active with the Little Miss, though, because she noticed that her older brother and sister don’t have to wear hot, uncomfortable pullups to bed, and she didn’t want to either. It was really important to her, so we agreed to give it a try. Plus, with Ottawa going to every-other-week garbage pickup, it’s nice not to have a bag of smelly pullups sitting around in the summer heat. Oy.
Our strategy has been basically to wake her up for a pee break when we are going to bed. At first we were waking her around 10 p.m., and then if either of us happened to be up in the wee hours for any reason, we’d take her a second time, too. This worked about half the time, but over the past couple of weeks she’s really started to get the hang of things and it’s been going well.
So now, we’ve started trying to wake her later and later each night, to try to teach her to eventually, ONE HOPES, stay dry all night. We’re now up to waking her around 11:30 p.m., and man, I am getting too old for that shit. Sir Monkeypants and I have been rotating Pee Duty on about a two-to-one ratio – he’ll stay up two nights in a row, then I’ll take a shift, then he heroically goes back on. This has resulted in a pretty predictable pattern of Nice Mommy – Nice Mommy – Cranky Mommy, which is unfortunate, especially at this festive time of year, but we are muddling through. It’s worth it for the dream of being totally, completely diaper free.
Anyway, my real point here is that when you go to wake up the Little Miss in the middle of the night, you have to carry her to the bathroom and put her on the potty yourself, where she is guaranteed to pee immediately 100% of the time (she’s a machine!), then you have to carry her back to bed, and in the morning she’ll have no awareness of even having been up. That’s adorable, but really freaks me out is that when carrying her to the bathroom, SHE. IS. HUGE. I mean, legs dangling everywhere and she weighs a metric ton and she can wrap her arms around my neck about 10 times they’re so long. When I’m carrying her, her head is now higher than mine and she has to contort into some circus performer pose to rest her head on my shoulder (which she does, all the while not even waking up fully), and it’s like I’m carrying some sort of mutant monster baby.
She’s only five…and yet, so very grown up.
Despite the Cranky Mommy status, I think I’ll hang on to Pee Duty for a few more weeks, yet.