Potty Training Day 1

I meant to start potty training yesterday but came up with all kinds of perfectly valid excuses to procrastinate.

1. I worked on our menu for the next 10 days. This is a job that takes me forever. Our day seemed to start incredibly late so I didn't even finish the menu until noon. Don't even ask me what I did before noon. I think I got out of bed at about 9:30 because Dave was a hero and let me sleep in. 9:30 to noon can go by exceedingly quickly on a Saturday.
2. I took Chloe grocery shopping while Dave and Solana ran errands. We stocked up on food essentials and peanut m&m's, which would act as potty treats over the next few days.
3. Chloe and I stopped at the library for potty books and videos before coming home and this somehow turned into an hour long adventure.
4. We squeezed in one final family outing/adventure before putting on the panties.

Today started out with panties right away. Chloe has been excited and ready for her panties since we bought them on Friday. We went to Target and she picked out Dora and My Little Pony panties. They're a big deal to her! Her first accidents happened pretty quickly. Dave woke up as I was reeling over her second accident. I set a timer for 30 minutes so I wouldn't wait too long between potty attempts. She peed when there were 45 seconds left on the timer. I was beside myself.

My biggest concern, though, with potty training was the fear that I'd get frustrated with Chloe and get after her for "not getting it." I'm proud to say, though, that after one day I held it together. We went through 10 pair of panties and I never once felt or acted frustrated at Chloe. Let's see how long I can maintain my saint mommy status.

Here's how the day progressed:
-We drank and sat on the potty often - about every 30 minutes or 15 minutes after drinking. She'd sit and sit and sit. Nothing would happen and then she'd pee within a couple minutes of getting off the potty.
-For the first few accidents she'd stand and pee and then tell me she had an accident. We'd say "uh oh. Oh no! That's not good. Peepee goes in the potty, etc." She'd help clean it up, take off her dirty clothes, and put them in the washing machine.
-By late morning she'd squeeze her legs together and say, "help" or "my peepee!" She'd still pee in her pants and nothing was coming out in the potty but that seemed to be some kind of progress.
-I noticed when she was about to poop and put her on the potty. She sat there for quite a while and pooped in the potty. There was blood and I'm kicking myself because I forgot to give her prunes to snack on today. I'm wondering what I should do about pooping tomorrow. I don't want to relive the horror of last year so I might just let her poop in her panties tomorrow so she has more control over the exiting of the poop. And that can be her poop accident experience.
-Chloe took a really late nap and woke up out of sorts. I let her sit on the little potty in front of the TV with a cup of chocolate milk after her nap. She sat there for a good 30 minutes and when I went to get her I could see that she had filled the potty! I was wondering if that even counted as a success since she was sort of zombied out and I don't even know if she realized what she'd done but I was excited nonetheless and wanted to celebrate. I grabbed under her arms to quickly stand her up as I began to exclaim her praises. In my excitement, though, I didn't realize that the little pot would be stuck to her butt. It came up out of the potty chair with her butt and the pee poured all over the floor! It must have been a good cup of fluid. All over her pants and panties, my socks, the potty chair, and the floor. Lovely. I'm such a dork.

That pretty much ended potty training day 1. I'm not sure why I feel compelled to document it so thoroughly. I'm sure nobody cares but me. Chloe probably won't even care when she's older. Or maybe she will and can use this to help her train her kids one day. I don't know. What I do know is that it's a big deal over here and I've been stressed about it for weeks. I'm documenting it dangit.