Oh, the potty training woes!
Just to give you some history, when my daughter was about 18 months old she started to show great interest in using the potty; so me the elated mother, ran to Walmart to buy a potty. I picked out the pinkest potty I could find, complete with plastic jewels, and a song if you pee.
She loved her new potty, and by the time she was two, she was pretty much potty trained.
At about 30 months of age she decided she didn't want to be potty trained, and stopped using the potty altogether. She absolutely REFUSED. She LOVED her princess pull ups, much more than she loved her potty. Despite the bribery, threats, yelling, and frustration I lost the battle.
My daughter is strong-willed, not unlike her father. (I'm nothing like that, so never mind). She'll do things when she decides to do them, and not a minute sooner.
We (her & I) would watch the potty movie endlessly. She loves the potty movie. with all the songs like; "I'm a hottie for the potty" (which by the way was deemed a 'horrifying potty training song" by Neato Bambino) but I digress; we loved the song and would sing it often. One day (closer to three years old) she just started using the potty again, and she does great no accidents! The problem however is that she will not poop on it! No way - No how. Nor will she willingly put on a pull-up to poop in (because she is not a baby) so we wait until she's doubled over in pain.
The other day, I picked her up from daycare and she was crying because her tummy hurt so bad. So I gave her a mommy lecture on holding in your poops, and what that does. Our conversation went a little like this;
Me--"Kaydie, you should not hold your poop inside, it will make you sick"
Kay--"Shhh don't talk to me"
Me--"I can talk to you if I want to, I'm your mommy and you have to start pooping in the potty, or even a diaper!"
Kay--"Arrgh I'm so fustwated, you are not my friend!"
Really, that's how our conversations go. So for now, every second day we go through the ritual of pulling out the glycerin suppositories. After one is inserted (sorry to be graphic, well I'm not really sorry), I spend the rest of the night cleaning up poop.
We call it 'poop medicine' in our house, which is the only way she'll let us use it, as she loves medicine (??) And if I tell her that “Doctor said” then she’ll willingly oblige, and even don a pull-up for the poop fest event, thankfully! I couldn’t imagine the clean up sans the pull up!