Potty training

It’s done! I have successfully potty trained my little one and it was easier than I have ever imagined! ok we still have nappy at night but I’m sure that will change easily this summer.

I have to admit I was more afraid of this whole potty training than everything else with a baby. I hate cleaning shit! I really wasn’t looking forward washing pants full with shit even if they belong to my beloved little girl.

So how I did it?

Well of course I was reading all theories. Starting with the lock yourself in for 4 days and so on.

We tried a could of times last year but after a couple of hours of unsuccessful and tearful trial I decided to have a break from potty training. She definitely showed the signs and she was sitting on the potty nicely if I asked her but nothing happened there then 2 mins later there was a big accident on the floor.

So when I started in January I just basically put the potty near where she was. The potty was in the Living room if she was there or in the kitchen if she was there. I took away her nappy and was waiting. Then one day I went to the loo and out of the blue my little girl showed up with a big smile on her face and the potty in her hands full with wee wee! Sure I had to take a picture of that😀

So it was like that and then I just continued giving nappy free time at home carrying the potty from one room to the other. She was still wearing nappies outside of home and in nursery. Next week we had a great 90% successful rate at home so the following week I took loads of panties and leggings to nursery to try the next step: nappy free time in nursery. It really didn’t go well. after three days all the nursery teachers thought Joy had no clue about the whole potty thing. They asked her to sit on the potty and nothing happened then 2 mins later she wet herself. By the third day I saw the nursery teachers’ frustration that they needed to change her clothes so many time. However I had the worse bit as I had to wash those pants!

Then at home she was great again. Hardly any accident. 4 days 95% success in a row at home. Monday came – we went back to nursery – came back home with 7 dirty set of clothes.

On Tuesday night when I picked up my little girl I was talking to another nursery teacher trying to explain to her how we do it at home and how strange that she couldn’t even show signs of her potty interest in nursery. And then that lady actually listened to me and she figured out that we do something totally different at home than how they potty train in nursery. They always ask my little one to sit on the potty and do it when they want and not letting her doing when she wants! So the lovely nursery teacher promised they would stop their useless techniques and will just let Joy do what she wants. And guess what! My little daughter did not have accidents anymore in nursery either.

Then next week I heard nursery took out my little one for shopping and they didn’t give her nappy and she was great so that weekend we baked a cake to celebrate our success with the potty.

Then adventured to a birthday party in pants and carried the big potty. I was a little scared what would happen but she just weed in the potty as it was the most natural thing in her life.

And today we spent basically the whole day out of home. And no accident at all while we were out! We had loads of fun and excitement and a truly amazing day. I was so tired when we got back home that somehow could not act when she asked for potty and then a poo ended in the pants. yesterday there was a diarrhoea so that resulted in two pants thrown into bin but hey that wasn’t that bad at all! Next step is traveling to Hungary on the flight next week!

I’m so so proud of my little one for how great she was with the potty training and we didn’t have to stuck at home for fours days. It was a nice and easy transition from nappies to pants!

Oh and btw at this point she is not only doing the potty but actually using the real toilet!

So probably the whole secret is to wait till they are ready. watch them and adapt your technique to them.

How fragile you are my little one.

My little one is not totally well these days. Had two episodes of strange vomiting bug and some even stranger allergy appeared just in the same time. The vomiting disappeared the allergy got worse. It looks like she has allergy to the iron climbing frames on the playground!

It was only a couple of hives initially then got worse and worse and today it creeped to her face and as I was rushing home to get some medicine (she has seasonal allergy too so I have antihistamines at home just in case) she started grasping for air turned snow white and I seriously thought she did not get any air. I ran into the flat tore up the cupboard and gave her the medication for allergy. She got better instantly but still I called 111.

Oh my they were asking so many questions. Luckily Joy got better and better but I was so stressed that of course started crying and screaming. Don’t even mention they called my Jane. Passing the phone to other people and passing my name as Jane. No you don’t want to called anything else when you are nearly panicking.

They eventually sent an ambulance. Only took them a 40 minutes little chat. But I know now in case of real emergency call 999 not 111.

The guys were great and Joy was thrilled to travel by ambulance to the hospital. Still not sure why we had to be taken there when I sorted her and she was fine but at least she could play with the toys in the waiting room for a couple of hours…and you know she wanted to get into that room in the morning when I was at the urgent care centre with an other issue. So yes me managed to spend this lovely day in the hospital instead of visiting my friend on the beach.

But it looks like my uti saved us from something worse. Imagine if this happens when I’m miles and miles away from home and the medication! Don’t even want to think about it.

I’m still concerned what happens if I forgot to take her medication with me because it looks like I have to stick with that from now on. And how can she live like this? Playground and climbing frames are her favourite things! How can I say to her no. How can I explain to her that she can’t climb anymore on those things??

How will we manage? Is there a solution out there?

Help. If anyone has similar experience out there…

My personal mission statement as a mum

I’m reading a book for work. I was given this book to read on my year evaluation as a goal. The book is called 7 habits of highly effective people by Stephen R. Covey.

Based on the title I thought it was some quick fix book on how to utilise my time better in order to achieve more. Ha. Couldn’t be further from reality.

It’s actually a good book and could recommend for everyone who looks for personal development.

There is a chapter “Begin with the end in mind”

So this chapter makes you imagine your own funeral and what people would say about you. Voila those thoughts are your own values and that’s how you should live your life.

So if I imagine what my Little Daughter would say on my funeral that would be something like this:

My mum was the most loving and caring person I have ever known. She was always there for me no matter what part of the day or year. She always supported me in every possible way and gave me the freedom to create my own life. She was also fun. I remember spending loads of time with her as a child and as a adult too. We had long conversations about everything and she always could give me valuable advice. She gave me a safe home where I could always go with the option to always live free. Without her I wouldn’t have become this person who I am.

I couldn’t have wished a better mum and I will always love you. My dear mum.

So these are my values. These are the things what I’d like to give to you my little girl. Love, care and freedom. This is how I love you my little one. And hopefully I manage to keep my values every day in every circumstances so you can be the best version of yourself you want to be.

And we shall see how good I was keeping my values in 20 years…

A chapter from an overly tired mum’s life

So I actually had a good day and felt pretty well until the pain in my left buttock started growing again. It got quite strong this time a felt my left leg was getting weak again. I knew I had to do a lot till I actually could do anything for my body as  I was just about to start the bedtime routine with my little one. So shame on me or not as an ex physiotherapist but I took a painkiller in the hope that the pain would go away soon.

The pain did not go away. Not a big surprise I had it since February sometimes stronger sometimes less but pretty much ongoing. I came out from my little girl bedroom and started cooking as usual I do on Thursdays night in preparation for Friday when I can spend the whole day with her. The pain was still there and started spreading down to my calf. Plus I could feel a bit of nausea and strange dizziness as a lovely adverse event from the pain killer. Anyway I had to cook. So easing my pain I started chatting with my online angel who happened to be my friend who was also a physio at some point. So we discussed my symptoms and possible ways to treat it and I was preparing the spinach-mushroom lasagne and the sauce was bubbling on the stove when I had an innocent look at the clock on the wall.  That was the moment when I got bitter. It was already 9.15 pm. I was tired felt pain literally in my bum and had to cook. I was hoping for a relaxing evening on my own as my hubby was out with his friends. I was hoping I could continue with the skirt I started making the previous day but at this point all my hope disappeared and my heart got filled with sorrow and self pity. I started feeling I was a looser. My hubby is out again (he was out the previous day too) and I was facing a long weekend with little one on my own as hubby is going away for a retreat. I felt I was a looser. Cooking and looking after baby and serving all day. While my hubby just having fun dancing with god knows whom at 5 rythm. Well actually I know with whom as he came home with two pretty female friends who are visiting London and one of them was a good friend of his and they haven’t seen each other for 4 years. So he popped home to introduce me and our little one to his female friend. They were nice a fresh and pretty. I could have been jealous. I could have been upset. I could have been annoyed. But the truth is that I did not give a shit. My only pain was that I could not spend quality time at home on my own.

I am desperate to do stuff for myself. I had a very easy day at work today I went for voting which was nice and because I am working from home I let myself to cycle to central London in the sun to have a lunch with my hubby. I even pulled myself together and put on mini skirt, put some make up on and my cool red leather-like jacket. I felt I looked like a human being. Moreover like a fresh woman. Then later after work I popped into some charity shops and found some great stuff such as a toy oven for Joy for 1.50 pounds and a black trousers which looks perfect on me for work for 4 GBP. I really felt good. Joy was pretty sweet too on the way home. No cry, no protest. Then I had a good chat with these two girls brought home by my hubby. But at 9.15 pm everything fell apart and I felt miserable again. I finished cooking at 10.00 pm then tried to do some exercises for my painful hip area but no relief. I need to look for some proper expert’s advise here. Its coming up to 11.00 pm now. My phone just sent me a notification that it was time to go to bed to get a full 8 hours sleep. But if I went now I really could not do anything. And yes I had a good day today but I just want to do so much more. I need all the good energy I can collect by doing stuff for myself otherwise I am not able to serve little one and totally not able to be a wife and totally do not want to have any intimacy with anyone. And then hubby is complaining and not happy and everything seems to be falling apart. However the key is really that I need more time. To bring in good energy. If mummy is happy everyone is happy. If mummy is not happy noone is happy. So simple.

Home is…

…Where my child is. And my husband.

Landed in London without my family. On my way to home. To the empty flat. That’s where I keep my physical belongings. But doesn’t feel quit like Home without the little and the other half one. Wow shocking emotion. Breaking news.

Motherhood is so strong. I can feel home anywhere in the world if my baby is with me. Have to admit Never felt like this towards my own mother. Being a mother is such a strong bound to that little person. I have never imagined I would feel like this. Shocking but beautiful feelings.

Love my child.

This was Just a little note. To remember if I ever read this again. Where is your home? .

Once upon a time they called me Ginger

We went to Amsterdam for a few days to meet my husband’s friends and family. Happened that a friend from Hungary also spent a couple of days in Amsterdam at the same time and we actually managed to meet up.

She hasn’t seen me for a while and when we said goodbye she said “you changed a lot and you are a mummy now. You know I knew you as Ginger” I completely forgot about that! I completely forgot about Ginger! How could I? That was me for a couple of years and now it’s completely vanished. I’m a mum with no sense or memories of the past 😮

Well at least I still have the red hair…but what else? Really not much. I’m not interested in partying because I have to get up early next morning and can’t sleep off the night so I’d rather go home early to have some decent hours of sleep. And to be honest I have better ideas about enjoying life then going out and getting shitfaced.

I’m not interested in men as I have a cute lovely and faulty one at home who is totally enough for me in every aspects. So yes Ginger as the party girl is kind of dead. But don’t really mind that! Somehow it just feels nice to live a simple life. Sometimes I get itchy feet that my life is boring but most of the time if I think about my life I’m pretty content. I got everything I ever wanted. As far as I can remember I always got everything I wanted. so really no use to complain.

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ad in the past to make my life more exciting and adventurous just faded away when Baby arrived. I still cherish some desire to travel to a distant warm part of the world and live free and careless and do what I want to do in the heat of the moment but it is drifting further and further away.

I'm actually satisfied.

And guess what… for a stupid reason I'm sitting on a flight on my own at moment back home to London while my baby and hubby is still in Amsterdam. I've always grumbling about being tired and wanting a break on my own and now that I have it I just completely missing them. My baby and my hubby. My family.