For the past month I have been telling Lydia that after the dance recital we are going to say goodbye to diapers. My friend Marie said that when she potty trained her little girl she talked about it for a while before so that she knew that it was coming. Anyways it was great advice and it really did help. After the recital we took the diapers and we put them away...Lydia was pretty excited to say good bye to them at first. Then she realized that she had to go on the toilet. At first she fought us tooth and nail...she didn't want to go on the potty. Then she had her first success, and luckily I bought the cheapest toilet I could find but it has a mechanism where when she goes it registers it and sings a little song...to say the least it was instant praise and just what she needed.
Overall since the 19th she has been in training and she is doing a lot better than I thought. My only concern is that she holds her poop in and so when she does finally go they are the size of China (sorry I'm sure no one wants to hear about my childs bowel movements...lol!) But we have good days and bad days but for the most part it is getting better and better each day! My favorite part is seeing how proud Lydia is when she goes on the potty, there is a lot of celebrating around our home and I love seeing her face light up when she knows she is doing what she is supposed to!
Today I can't help but to be grateful for precious little moments that make life so much more fulfilling. Today last year my best friend Meg and her husband Colby found out that their son Urban wouldn't be coming into this world alive. When I got the text from Meg I couldn't for one second wrap my head around what they would have to go through. When I went to the hospital to see them I couldn't help but cry, cry for their loss, cry for what I knew they had to go through and most of all cry for the fact that they had wanted so badly to be parents for so long and now at 37 weeks that was taken from them again.
Over the past year I have watched Colby and Meg struggle to cope with the reality of losing a child. With trying to adjust to being parents, without the child to hold. I have seen them have their ups and their downs, but all along the way I saw them grow closer as a couple and even closer to their heavenly father.
I don't know what it is like to lose a child, and I pray that I never have to know the pain and agony Colby and Meg have known over this past year. But I do know that I have learned so much from their trail. I have learned to hug my kids a little tighter, and to never take these precious moments we have with our kids for granted. I have learned that you don't have to have kids to be parents. Colby and Meg are the most amazing people ever and I have seen them with their nieces and nephews, I have seen them with my kids and they are true examples of what great parents are. And I have learned most of all that our Heavenly Father has a plan for us that doesn't always make sense to us, but we have to trust and have faith that he knows what we need more than we do.
