I didn't expect parenting to go well. I'm driven crazy by the baby's shit.

Recently, Third Sister is very happy, very happy, and likes the unrestrained firecrackers in Dapu.

Because of my strong brother, I can finally take off my diaper and pee in the toilet.

Please don't think I'm exaggerating.

If you listen to my previous experience, you will understand how weak, pathetic and helpless I am when children shit.

In fact, I have been taking care of the baby smoothly.

Although Brother Zhuang was a little flustered when he first came, I quickly adjusted, supplemented a lot of knowledge and actively put it into practice.

Brother Zhuang also gives strength, from sleeping to eating, from self-care to socializing, everything makes the old mother feel at ease.

I used to fantasize happily that if I persisted for a few more years, when Brother Zhuang grew up, I would be completely liberated. They say it's hard to take care of the baby, but it's nothing. At that time, I really thought about it and could still laugh.

This fantasy finally ended on the issue of Zhuang Ge's shit.

Brother Zhuang always wears diapers. Well, that's all right. If his mental and physical development is immature, I won't worry about how long it will last.

To add to my pain, grandma's misoperation seems to have had a negative impact on Brother Zhuang, not only failing to make progress, but also going backwards.

To tell the truth, I really made a lot of preparations about the child's urination.

Read a lot of books, imagine all kinds of situations, countless methods and means, and methodical skill theory. At first, Brother Zhuang did take off his diaper and began to learn to go to the toilet.

If things had been going well, I should have got rid of this strange circle a long time ago.

However, how can we satisfy the world? Grandma was more nervous than me when she saw Brother Zhuang start practicing the toilet.

Every ten minutes, she asks Zhuang Zhuang if she wants to pee ... as you can imagine.

When I came home from work that day, I saw the baby crying and shouting "I won't sit, I won't sit", while grandma held him in the toilet and said that she hoped to put him on the toilet and try again.

In that scene, my hair really stood on end, and my heart only had the word "finished"!

Sure enough, the day before liberation.

It turns out that when I want to pee on the sofa, I will know when I lie on the ground, or I will tell me in time when I pee my pants.

Now, I don't even talk directly, let alone go to the bathroom. I just sat wet and asked him, saying that I didn't feel bad at all. Every time I feel my pants wet, I don't know that he has peed.

I want to change these wet pants, but I hear complaints like killing pigs!

Shit is even worse. No one will let me see it. I roll myself up with curtains and let my mother touch it when I'm done.

His performance, the old mother can only calm down and put on diapers, and talk about it later.

Such breathing, a year passed. ...

What pains me most is that I already know that he can take off his diaper. But none of us can get close to him, let alone guide him.

In this nonsense, I have no way to start, and many skill theories don't work.

The most amazing thing is that he is an expert in shit.

Because we have been exposed to picture books about going to the toilet for a long time, he also watches cartoons such as JOJO Baby, and there are many short films about going to the toilet, so he is very familiar with how to go to the toilet.

He also learned about Baba's various forms through picture books, such as several treasures.

Say to me every day:

"Don't eat vegetables will poop, eat a lot of cold things will poop. Let's try to pull bananas every day ";

"Lei Dike is sitting on a pony barrel and stinks. The toilet door fell down. Let's help him turn it off. " .

However, when it was his turn to practice, the situation was completely different. What cognitive methods, habits and laws, all don't work.

I have strong doubts about myself. Is it my problem? Am I not guiding correctly? Am I too indulgent, or am I too nervous and anxious? Did I put pressure on my baby? Still too stress-free?

Ah, the old mother's heart was pierced!

If it's just me, it's actually fine The big deal is to slowly grind with the children. What bothers me most is the "concern" from my relatives.

Every time I take Brother Zhuang to visit my relatives, my dear family will take turns to educate me.

They almost agreed that my method of bringing diapers to my children was too "selfish", suggesting that I was "poisoned" by western education.

In the traditional cognition of the older generation, such a big child should have taken off his diaper and run around naked. Can children be comfortable with "that thing"? How uncomfortable!

A strong little cousin can go to the toilet by herself when she is over 2 years old. Her grandmother often shows off how early her children take off their diapers.

Once my little cousin asked, Grandma, when have I ever peed by myself? Grandma says you can sit in the toilet by yourself before you are one year old!

Ok, clap for you!

At first, I will argue a few words. No, I didn't pick it out for him. Later, I just closed my ears and kept smiling.

Of course, it's nothing. I can still hide. The worst thing is that my mother always "defected", which made me exhausted.

Originally, I had persuaded my mother to let the child take off the diaper naturally, and she nodded in agreement. As a result, every time someone said it, she immediately joined the camp to spit on me.

"The child I told her, just don't listen. I just want to pick a strong diaper ... "I really can't spit.

Being attacked between Scylla and Charybdis, Brother Zhuang is uncooperative and tired.

I always insist on one thing.

Every child is different and has his own growth law. Let's wait and see.

As a result, when I found out that nine of the children in 10 had taken off their diapers, and only Brother Zhuang was still holding his ground, I immediately ran away.

See, that's how anxiety comes about.

Although you know it in your heart, don't worry, it doesn't matter. But when your children are "behind" than everyone else, the anger in your heart will never sink.

You will naturally find a bunch of reasons and start all kinds of brain tonic.

Not only will it strengthen the brain, but it will also be replaced.

It's like having a mother in the third sister group.

The mother was really worried when the child spoke late, and wondered if the child would be autistic.

After consulting a lot of information, I listed the performance of autistic children on my baby, and the more I set it, the more it collapsed. At that moment, the baby was diagnosed in her heart.

It looks a little naive, but in it, you really don't have to laugh at anyone. It is the same.

If parents are anxious, children will definitely feel the pressure from you.

For example, the more I think there is something wrong with Brother Zhuang, the more I hope he behaves normally.

I will ask Brother Zhuang from time to time, do you want to go to the toilet?

Although my tone and expression are as low-key as possible, this kind of anxiety that can't be concealed will still flood into the children like a tide, which will make people suffocate.

Babies are too hard, and so am i.

After all our attempts had little effect, I decided to let myself lie down.

Recently, things have suddenly taken a turn for the better, and the credit is still due to grandma.

One day, grandma took him to the park and saw an ant nest. Grandma asked him by the way if he wanted to "rain" the ants. Brother Zhuang loves to make trouble and is eager to try. Finally, he successfully urinated the first bubble independently.

I'll pay the bill and accept all complaints about children urinating in public places and ant lovers hurting small animals!

Compared with my baby's precious and liberated first pee, what about letting him be presumptuous?

Of course, our grandmother has received critical education, and we still advise parents and children to infiltrate good upbringing and behavior habits into their daily lives.

Then things seemed to get better and better.

He began to dare to pee in the toilet, dare to sit on the pony barrel and poop, and no longer excluded us from being around.

I finally saw a glimmer of light about the problem of children taking a shit.

As long as you succeed once, the rainbow will follow suit. Our family all praised him as a flower, all kinds of encouragement and praise.

Brother Zhuang will say, "I am a brave little hero, and I am not afraid of small toilets!" " "

Finally, let's talk about a little skill I found, a skill about how to "seduce" children.

Let him choose his own style when he takes off his diaper and puts on his training underwear.

That is, we hold the primary election first, then show him the photos, let him make the "final decision", and the same is true for choosing a pony barrel, which makes the children feel closer and more acceptable.

Of course, it's a long way to go, and I will go up and down!

Friends, will you give me encouragement?