17 Years

9 Apr

My oldest child just turned seventeen.  Which is odd, because I am not old enough to have a seventeen year old.  My college friends are still having babies!

But his birthday is not just a reminder that holy crap I’m getting old, or a time when I can make my college friends feel old too.  It’s a reminder.

A reminder that I’ve been changing diapers for seventeen years straight.

17 years of diaper changes, without a month in there off.

For the past seventeen years, I’ve always had someone in diapers.  Which, if I had more younger children running around the house, wouldn’t be too weird.  But for the past almost 10 years, those diaper changes have been exclusive to one child.

It’s one of those not talked about things in the special needs community – the dreaded toilet training.  Because we all know that toilet training is one of the Circles of Hell with your average child.  Throw in sensory issues, a lack of understanding or control, the inability to get a concept, low muscle tone, constipation, medications that do bad things to excrement….well, it brings up whole new levels of Hell that Dante couldn’t have even imagined.

Needless to say, the fact that Maura is finally getting the whole “potty” concept has been more than exciting in these parts.  Yesterday, she wore panties all day.  The same pair.  Sure, she didn’t use the toilet at all at school, but she kept her pull up dry for the bus ride home and went straight to the toilet once home.  And when the downstairs bathroom was occupied, she took herself upstairs to go.

Big freaking stuff here people!

Because it’s Maura, we have to deal with the concept of “No, if they’re dry and clean, you can keep wearing the same underwear.  All day.  Really.”  She’s still not sure about this one, but I’m playing hardball with her.

But I didn’t change a single diaper all day yesterday (Josh took care of the morning one, lol.)

The thought of taking her out in public in underwear does terrify me, I can admit that.  But it did with the other three as well.  And we all lived.

I’m just so over diaper usage.  After 17 years of it, I’m over it.  I’m ready to move onto the next phase of life.  The one without diapers.  Hopefully Maura will follow along 😉



7 Responses to “17 Years”

  1. Tammi Buist April 9, 2013 at 8:51 am #

    Been there! My beautiful daughter finally trained when she was 10. It was an amazing moment! There was a day when I thought it would just be easier to leave her in diapers but I’m so glad I didn’t! It was really tough though and you deserve a major reward for doing it! My own mother once told me that it was my own fault she was still in diapers – I had trained her to be like that – if I had just tried harder she would be trained. Unbelievable the crap that comes out of peoples mouths sometimes! I applaud you and send you a high five!

  2. Anna April 9, 2013 at 8:57 am #

    Hope she does follow you! ❤

  3. Mary C. April 9, 2013 at 9:17 am #

    Been there too! 13 years of diapers! You are an amazing mom, Celebrate! Maura is amazing too!

  4. nanis April 9, 2013 at 9:55 am #

    Bravo to Maura, and bravo to you.

  5. Bright Side of Life April 9, 2013 at 11:19 am #

    I hear you. Nappies are a pain in the you know what! Nick was finally out of them by the age of 11. I have just been in Dublin for a few days and was so lucky with the weather. Also got to go to Howth and walk the summit! 🙂 Love Ireland.

  6. Eileen (@allovus) April 9, 2013 at 11:40 am #

    I’m so!!! excited!!!!!! ;)) graduation!! you should wear a black hat&toss it in the air!!! (Or a dry potty?? 😉 proud of you!! ;))

  7. Cheryl-Lynn April 22, 2013 at 10:04 am #

    Bless you, kiddo and Maura too. You are an amazing woman and inspiration to many…:)

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