Since we got rid of the rash I have the feeling ‘Timan’s behavior has changed too, he seems more well-balanced and a lot happier. Finally my little boy is back and we had a week filled with yokes, laughter and happy playing. And lots of kisses, you know, the sweet and sometimes a little wet kisses only your little tot can give you. And what else did we learn?
1. The beach was calling us, the weather was perfect, the water warm, the surf acceptable and the tot happy.
2. And afterwards the Mommy was cleaning the powder-like sand out of everything. But as always, it was worth it.
3. This week was quite busy for our standards. Being always on the move, jumping, running, not resting at all, not even for a couple of minutes, this would make everyone tired. No wonder the tot was on the brink of a fit the longer the day lasted.
4. Over time the 5pm frenzy has turned into a 7pm meltdown while he’s taking a shower. However this outburst happens only when the tot didn’t take a nap, like … hmm almost everyday.
5. First I thought the water was painful on the rash, but now the rash has gone. So maybe it is to hot, to cold,
has the wrong color, but no, not at all. ‘Timan’ is just overtired and anything slightly not the way he wants it results a tantrum with epic proportions.
6. I kept asking myself if I have any chance to stop this behavior and finally came to the conclusion: No. I just have to live with it. It will change, eventually, I hope.
7. But hey, my reward comes about 30 minutes later, when the tot falls asleep while I gently rub some coconut oil all over his body. 🙂
8. I just have to remember to carry my sleeping little boy to the bathroom after a couple of hours, or else he wakes up in a little pond. As a matter of fact, I do the same thing every night before I go to sleep. I tell him when he can do his business, he does it, but he never wakes up while doing it. And I carry him back to his bed. Easy. But now enough with talking about the potty.
9. If you plant some seeds, you have to replant them after a while, or else you wont have your kitchen herbs. Even I realized this and finally I did it. May they grow big and strong now.
10. Watching ‘King Kong’ with a 3-year-old might not be age appropriate, but it’s really fun, because he’s asking all those cute questions about the dinosaurs ‘jumping’ around and the ‘bear’ with the girl in its hand.
11. Yep, this week was all about bears. ‘Timan’ is convinced there is a bear living in our bathroom. But it’s a nice one and he can cuddle with it.
12. And it was about dogs too. One of the gazillion yapping dogs in our neighbourhood got puppies a couple of days ago. Some of the other boys living in our street get to take one home and ‘Timan’ was all ‘oh mommy, look, these cats are sooooo cute’. Luckily he didn’t ask if he could have one too. Big relief, I’m off the hook.
13. And last but not least, on such an obscure day like today, a Friday the 13th, when we have to avoid black cats crossing the street from the left to the right, we can either a) stay in bed (I wish I could, but this is not an option with ‘Timan’) or b) go to the beach. There is only the ocean, lots of sand and some coconut trees. So … off we go now. 🙂
I wish everyone a wonderful weekend.
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I guess it’s a guy thing … (sigh) …
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It happened shortly after ‘Timan’ was released from the hospital. Every day we had to go to the ER in our local clinic, where the dressing was changed, the dressing that covered his still open incision from his appendicitis surgery and the emergency surgery afterwards. One morning we met this Indian doctor. And he did what I’ve tried so many times before but did not succeed at all.
I’m talking about the last step in toilet training, or should I say toilet learning. Since more than half a year ‘Timan’ was doing great concerning the pee issue, he could do it while sitting on his toilet seat (like every mom, girlfriend or wife should teach their male housemates), while lifting up the seat and nicely arranging his things (all three of them) on the rim of the bowl and also when he was playing outside. After a very short time of practice not a drop went awry, even though the wind was his biggest challenge when he was practicing outside. His little friend was showing him how to do it and several times I saw the two of them doing their business towards a wall. So cute.
But he flat-out refused plop a bowel movement into the toilet. The potty chair he refused from the beginning to use for anything else than as a chair to look at his little books. He insisted on doing his BM into the diapers. I’ve tried everything, I’ve tried it with many methods you may find online, nothing worked. I’ve told him he will not be able to go to pre-school in diapers, knowing he’s already so much looking forward to go next year. He did not care. So I gave up. In time he will come around I thought, eventually he has to. Isn’t there a saying that ‘nobody walks down the aisle in diapers’?
But back to the actual event, or person, that changed everything. The Indian doctor.
He was looking at ‘Timan’, the wound from the last surgery, he frowned and thoughtfully shook his head. To me he said than: ‘Madam, the boy has to go without diapers. Or there will be i n f e c t i o n.’ And to ‘Timan’ he said: ‘No more diapers little boy’. And ‘Timan’ looked at him, looked at me, swallowed hard, and said: ‘But … want diapers’. The doctor again: ‘Nooo, little one’, pulled the diapers away and threw them in the trash bin. ‘Timan’s mouth was quivering but he did not cry, just looked at the doctor. Was it his accent, his beard, I guess I will never know, my little one simply accepted what he was told.
We went home, without diapers, he took his nap after lunch, without diapers, slept through the night, without diapers and he stayed dry. You can imagine my surprise. I never expected it to be that easy.
Of course, we’ve had a couple of wet accidents in some of the nights since then and one BM in his undies at the very beginning but it took only a day or so until he told me he had to use the toilet for passing stuhl. And he is doing fine since then. I’m proud of him and I think he himself is as proud as he can be.
But ‘Timan’ gave me areal scare about two weeks into his diaperless life. After the operations he was eating normal, lots of fruits and foods with fibers but he was not drinking as much as he used to. I constantly had to force him, often by waving a syringe and from time to time I even had to use it.
So after two weeks doing absolutely fine he was complaining about pain in his belly. I was so afraid that again something was wrong related to the operations that I took him to the ER right away. By chance his former surgeon was on call. During the ultrasound he threw up and went limp. Again there was a small amount of some liquid visible in his abdominal cavity, but apparently nothing to worry. But to be on the safe side and I guess to cover himself, the surgeon admitted ‘Timan’ to the pediatric ward for observation. Next day CT scan and another ultrasound and these tests showed his intestines were slightly swollen, luckily the liquid appeared not to be the problem.
But gas and a full rectum were causing the pain, with other words, he had a constipation.
I think under normal circumstances this would have solved itself after a while but with ‘Timan’s history of belly pain I could not let it pass without having him checked by a surgeon.
The most important thing now is to make sure he’s drinking enough water and eating enough fibers so his stuhl is not getting compacted and he ends up being constipated again. And he will drink, this I’m going to take care of, the little one is on a drinking schedule now.
But fact is ‘Timan’ has entered another developmental stage, the baby and bubba days are over and a new era has dawned. Now ‘Timan’ is a little boy.
How did your little one master this developmental milestone? With your help, on his own, the help of somebody else, did he have an ‘authority’ figure like ‘Timan’ had? Please tell me about it.