Potty Training Nightmare

I've been trying to potty train Mia now for quite some time however the past 2 weeks we've been really at it. She's 3 now, she needs to go on the pot. She knows what she's supposed to do and where to do it. Problem is if we put her in panties and clothes, she pees and poops in them 50% of the day. Pull ups are much easier but then she just does the same in them too. Today she was in panties only and pooped through onto my couch!!! She pooped earlier this morning on the toilet. I'm at a loss here. I've been using my cell phone timer having it play the Gummi Bear song which she loves and that works pretty well but then she stil has accidents in between. Suggestions?? My other 3 were not this hard to train!!

Benign!

Well I got my good news while I was driving to my follow up appointment today. It was benign! YAY God! I am so thankful!

My appointment went well. My 2 incisions and belly button seem to be healing great but my belly button is still SORE! I tried on a pair of jeans today and there was just no way I could wear them. First they rubbed my belly button and second, I barely fit in them. :( When I came home from the hospital last week I had gained 10 lbs in fluid. Add in about 100 balloon-fuls of air ( just an example of how I feel!) and well the jeans are just not going to work. I've lost all the fluid however the gas is still a big issue. It started getting at the worst just over the past 3 days. I woke up to get Rocco a few nights ago and as soon as I stood to walk to his bassinet, I let out about a 3-4 second burp. Dave sat up and said "OMG are you OK?!" I was abit mortified and just told him how badly I couldn't sleep because of the gas building. As soon as I lay down at night my stomach bubbles like a brew and you can feel and hear it!! If I sit up I let out the most disgusting tasting burp. So sleeping has really sucked the past few days. Hopefully this will pass soon!

We've had so much craziness going on around here with this and everything else. We discovered before we knew I was going to need surgery that my husband's bonus is going to be short about $8,000. They changed their bonus program to do a lump bonus instead of quarterly. When you figure it that way, well you don't make much of a bonus as you do figuring it quarterly. Corp. had a smart plan to benefit themselves. We were going to use that money to buy a new to us Suburban for us all to fit in but now we'll have only $2500 coming to us on bonus. Then our health insurance jumped $60 a month. Then we did $2,500 on our FSA to pay for Rocco and now we are barely scraping by since dh's check is $270 less a month with the FSA money and extra insurance. Then I debated this stupid surgery because it's probably going to be another $2,500 out of pocket max that we'll meet and well we have no money at all for it! lol (Oh but we can use my dh's small bonus I guess! lol) Before surgery I basically threw out a test to God in a prayer. I told him that in the next 3 months I want to see nothing but positives for our family. I test him because I know he will comply. So in the past week I got 3. Successful surgery, kept my ovary, mass benign. So now we'll just sit back and see what other blessings he can throw at us because I'm sitting here waiting to catch them.

Recovery

Surgery was yesterday and it went very well. I am on Percocet and Motrin right now so hopefully I make sense in what I write. Monday afternoon I started a liquid diet so by 4 am when we woke to get ready I was starving. We arrived at 5:30 and waited to be called in for prep. My OBGYN came in and we talked about the mass for a few. I had told her at my pre-op that I was fine with doing the laproscopy and taking the ovary instead of doing basically a c-section to save it. The less invasive the better since I really don't have time to sit around and recover. lol She basically wanted to make sure I was still ok with her doing a lap because she knew if it all possible I wanted to keep my ovary. I told her this time "just do what is easiest for you." I was told if the surgery went well we'd come back to the room to recover and if not I would be taken on the elevator to a regular room. So after prep they allowed Dave to come in and we waited together until my surgery time. This is my 4th surgery with a general and that he wasn't allowed in. After our hugs and kisses they wheeled me back to the cold OR and transferred me onto the operating table. I laid down and went to sleep about 30 seconds later. lol

The worst part of a general is coming to however the last couple experiences have not been too bad. I felt like they were literally screaming "Sabrina" at me over and over which was rather annoying. Then they had me on oxygen because I wasn't breathing well and I was turning purple from being so cold. I got a major case of the shakes so they put a tube that bursts hot air into my Bair Paw gown. Everything was so blurry but I saw the clock and it said 10:10 am and my surgery started at 7:30 am and was told it would only be 1 hour long. I knew at that point that something was wrong or had happened to make it last that long. After getting all the EKG stats and me stabilized after coming to they started rolling me back to recovery. I was awake enough that I was watching which way we were going and when we turned to the hallway with all the curtains for the other recovery rooms I at least knew I would be going home that day!

No one had told me anything yet. I never saw my Dr because she went and talked to Dave since he was more coherent than I was. lol They let him come in and I started asking him questions first being why was my surgery so long? He told me that my Dr decided to try with all her might to SAVE the ovary even though the mass was connected to the blood supply. She succeeded. She came to the waiting room and told Dave it took an extra hour or so to do it, but she did it! I told him maybe it was like a challenge to her to see if she could. I think performing even my 6th C-section sounded fun to her when I first became her patient as she had never had that many on a woman before. I can't wait till my post-op appointment next week to thank her. She told him it WAS a Dermoid cyst and we should find out by Friday as far as it being benign or malignant. With Dermoids you only have about a 3% chance of them being cancerous. So the wait begins.

I was in the recovery room till about 2 PM and came home. I hurt pretty bad. This really feels no different than a C-section. I told my mom and everyone else I don't see how they can do something like this and let someone go home the same day. The narcotics are keeping the pain pushed back a bit but are making me groggy and tired as ever which is why I only take them for about 2 days after a section. My mom and grandmother cared for the kids yesterday and my mom by the end of the day was telling me she didn't know how I did it all and was ready to leave. lol Dave's mom was here after I had Rocco and said the same thing however she actually broke down crying by the end of week 1 and was ready to go but her plane ticket she was stuck here for a whole 'nother week. lol

Today I am still chugging along, still sore but it's only been alittle more than 24 hours. I've been up on my feet the whole time I've been back and trying to clean and do what I can. My husband has been on me about relaxing but I can't. If I sit, that's when I feel the pain so it's better for me to be up. Breastfeeding has been a challenge because just like a c-section the whole front area is sore so I can only do football holds. I'm doing one now with him propped on pillows as I type this. :)

So now we pray and wait for them to call with path results. I think this was sort of a wake up call from God. I think he honestly did this to make me realize I was not being logical and was being naive. I wasn't thinking about what this would mean to others if I left it alone. I know I was so positive and praying that the mass would be gone at the 6 week visit and it was still there plain as day on the sonogram and THAT was a huge blow. I wanted to put it off as long as possible and even not mess with it but then after lots of reading and talking to others I knew I need to act, stop being stubborn and worrying about money and how to pay for another surgery. I prayed about it and God was telling me the same thing so that's why I went ahead and did it. God is mysterious but I have faith that these results later this week will be good and I can finally move on.