As I was peeling his wet underwear and pants off of him, I told him to tell me when he had to pee and I would help him go on the toilet. I put a clean pair of underwear and pants on him and he went back to playing. Less than fifteen minutes later he looks up at me while he was playing with his drums. His face was part disbelief and part sadness, he did not like the feeling of his peeing in his underwear clad pants. Once again I took his urine soaked underwear and pants off and replaced them with a third set of dry underwear and pants. He went back to playing, happy that he was no longer wearing wet bottoms. I reminded him to tell me if he felt like he needed to pee or poop and he said okay. Less than twenty minutes later he wet his pants a third time and this time he seemed rather distraught. He cried as I took off underwear and pants. He told me he did not want to put on another pair of underwear and that he wanted to wear a diaper. I obliged his request. I too was a bit overwhelmed with the recent events. In less than an hour he soiled three pairs of underwear and three pairs of pants. That was enough for one day, not to mention that he only had the three pairs of underwear (note to self: buy more underwear). That hour was one of the most troublesome hours in my parenting experience. It seemed clear to me that our son was still not ready to be potty trained. I stopped asking him if he wanted to go pee or poop in the potty, even though I knew and he knew when he needed to use the toilet.
(To be continued …)