This is the post that could be alternately titled, “Split Pants Potties Diapers Pull Ups and Poop In The Bathtub.” Yes, I just went there. Unfortunately there are pictures.
If you are here from Facebook, Chinese children don’t wear diapers. They were split pants. I don’t know how many times since we’ve been there that we see a Mom holding her child to pee over the grass or a toddler squatting in flowers. The squatting no wiping might also explain the horrible smell that hung around Jack when they handed him to us. The boy reminded me of pig pen from Charlie Brown. He cleaned up nicely though.
Here’s the problem. Jack doesn’t communicate in Chinese much less English. I think he just squatted and went wherever he was. He doesn’t say Nu Nu or Shu Shu or whatever it is other Chinese children say. He just looks at us with a look that says, “Oh no! I think I just crapped my pants!” whether he has or not. We race to get to the potty. 75% of the time we are successful. If I had a working washer and dryer and it didn’t take 48 hours for things to air dry here, I might not mind so much. Right now, stuck in a hotel room it’s a bit of a pickle.
Yesterday, I threw in the towel. I gave up. I bought diapers. I would have paid big money for pull ups but they are no where to be found. We are treating the few we have like gold for the plane. I bought the diapers, came upstairs, Jack peed on the potty. I put Jack in the bathtub and started to wash out more clothes. I heard a toot, granted a loud toot. The realization hit too late. He sat there and pooped in the tub without uttering a sound.
I snatched him up and threw him on the potty. I’m only showing the world this absolutely horrible picture of me because I want you to know that while I took care of the potty business, Ray was taking pictures. Yes, even of the floater… gross.
So, you been there done that parents. I’ve potty trained before and not under easy circumstances. Potty training without communication with someone who generally has control and happily goes when we ask, has me stumped. I know it’s nothing to really worry about in China, but if you have advice, I’m here to listen!
Speaking of listening, if you have ideas for helping get little dude to eat something that doesn’t involve rice or a noodle, I’m all ears. If he sees it, he doesn’t want it. We found he’ll eat just about anything as long as it is wrapped in rice. Sometimes texture might cause him to spit it out. The fact that he won’t let anything other than rice or noodles cross his lips without a fight is starting to downright annoy me. My girls eat, everything. We make them. Clearly, I’m not going to do that to Jack when he doesn’t even trust us. There are moments when I want to yell at him to just put the piece of fruit in his mouth. (Just keeping it real.) We think there might be a possibility that he has rickets. He needs to gain weight, and by something other than plain steamed rice. He clearly needs to eat something a little more nutritious. It’s also hard when you see the other babies eating anything you put in front of them.
That’s it. That’s all the whining I have for the moment. I’m trying to keep things in perspective. Jack acts more and more like one of the children in the book I read before we came. It upset me so much to read how the kids were being treated in the Shanxi orphanages. Now, I think it’s helped me to remember to be compassionate with him.