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Thursday, 7 November 2019

World Vegan Month: I went vegan because...


Happy World Vegan Month...

A blog post not about Motherhood? Yes I do occasionally write those haha and this one is something I am very passionate about. I have been vegan now for almost 3 years and those who read my blog/follow me on social media will know I am also raising my girls vegan (with the full support of my husband/their dad who is also trying to make the transition). With this in mind as World Vegan Day (1st November) and World Vegan Month (November) rolled around I really wanted to celebrate it on my blog a long with some fellow vegans. I have wrote a very long winded blog post on Veganism before with tips on going vegan, reasons for being vegan and busting myths attached to being vegan, I did not want this to be a repeat of that (I will link that post at the end). I more wanted this post to be plain and simple; why do we do what we do? Why are so many people choosing to live plant-based and raise their children plant-based? Why go vegan? Well get ready because myself and some other remarkable vegans are going to tell you why we made the BEST decision of a lifetime. 

I went vegan because... 


I guess I should start with myself. I went vegan because I learnt the reality of consuming animal products. In all honesty it started with meat giving me severe morning sickness so that was gone, it then went onto finding out my daughter was allergic to dairy (now with the information I know I would say it's just because that cow milk is NOT for humans but I am getting off track). Then from this I delve into the world of veganism, gained more knowledge and soon eggs were gone, honey was gone etc Anything and everything that could cause harm to animals, gone! I fell into Veganism and it was the best decision I ever made for both myself and my two daughters who I am also raising vegan. It has done wonders for my health and I have two very healthy little girls; I know it is doing good for the animals and is 100% the best way to look after our planet and battle climate change. Started off as just a lifestyle change for minor reasons and now I am a vegan activist for the animals, for the planet and for my health (and the health of my daughters of course). 

Lisa (aka The Viet Vegan), 29, Canada 

"I was initially vegetarian to help with my eczema, but I went vegan because I learned that unlike what we were told in school, cows don't need to be milked, they produce milk like any other mammal: when they are pregnant. Their babies can't drink the milk when humans drink it, so their babies become the veal industry, and the cows endure a lot of trauma from repeating that process over and over. After learning that and the impact of animal agriculture on the planet, I transitioned over a year and discovered that eating vegan can be easier than you think and is a great way to live in line with your values".


Claudia, 22, Lincoln England

"I went vegan because I failed miserably at sober October. I wanted to attempt dry January and whilst researching things to stop consuming for a whole month I saw an advert for 'Veganuary'. I thought that this was more realistic for me since I was a student in my second year of uni where the drinking culture was rife. I completed 'Veganuary' and realised how easy it was! So I stuck at it and now two and a half years later I haven’t stopped. Began as a challenge and stayed for the animals, environment and health".
Tyler, 24, Aberdeenshire
"Why I went vegan: I have always been very health conscious since joining the Army so I’ve always been interested in eating a healthy diet and putting the best foods into my body, the more research I did the more I was seeing the health benefits of eating a varied plant based diet and the more I was seeing the serious health risks of eating animals and their byproducts. I watched documentaries such as What The Health and that was it I committed to going fully vegan. So the first reason I went vegan was for my health but then I learned the horrors of the meat and dairy industry and how unnecessary it is for these animals to suffer for my taste pleasure".

Joel, 25, Aberdeen

"I went vegan because I realised my reasons to eat animals were non consistent. After we got our first cat I began to question how I could love one animal and accept that she feels pain and could suffer but ignore the fact that billions of animals were killed for me to eat food. It was all very sudden and I went vegetarian for a few months with aim to go vegan. I had always known that bad things went on in animal agriculture but, like a lot of people, I told myself that my meat came from some suffering free fantasy land. I quickly realised that there is  no good reason for an animal to die for me to continue living. I phased out all animal products and then changed cleaning products/household products I use and then toiletries. This was all over a few months".

Shania, 19, Aberdeenshire
"I went vegan for many reasons. I am an animal rights supporter, killing animals or hurting them in any form is wrong and killing cannot be humane. Climate change is the biggest reason as it is the biggest issue of our generation ad will be for generations to come, this is mostly down to the meat and dairy industry. I do not want to be part of this, I want to be part of giving younger generations the opportunities and experiences we have- instead of facing the consequences of our actions through climate change. Lastly, veganism solves all my skin problems (when I eat healthy) and vegan food in Glasgow is ace, more choice and easier". 

Keely, 24, Edinburgh.
"I went vegan for many reasons, it started to do with my health, I wanted to feel better on the inside and do my body some good. I then watched a vegan documentary and that’s when being vegan became less about myself and more about animal welfare and the environment. In short I cannot justify eating a dead animal or torturing an animal for what it can give me (eggs, milk etc) I see them as living things and cannot believe I ever felt any different before! last but not least, the meat and dairy industry is destroying the environment we live in and how can I add to that destruction? I won’t!"




Laura, 35, Kintore Aberdeenshire

"I am vegan because I cannot bear the thought of any animal suffering in any way so that I can enjoy a few minutes of a meal. In this modern world that we live in, it is absolutely not necessary to eat/use/wear animals when there are vegan options available. Animals are here with us, not for us. Taking their milk, eggs and bodies for our own use is not only unethical but it is unnatural. Our vegan life extends well beyond diet, it encompasses all areas of our life and I sleep better at night knowing that each day, I've done as little harm as possible to the sentient beings we share our planet with". 

Charlotte, 27, Aberdeen

"I am vegan because, simply, it is right. Logically, environmentally, ethically and morally; there is no sound argument that can defend a non-vegan lifestyle. My world view is summed up by Dr Paul Farmer's quote "The idea that some lives matter less is the root of all that is wrong with the world". The life of an animal is just that: a life. Animals are not a commodity and humans have no right to treat them as such. Ask yourselves, if animals could talk- would you eat them then? Would you skin them alive? Would you rub burning chemicals into their eyes? Would your tear their newborn babies away from them? Would your grind them up if they weren't useful to you? I don't think so- but why does the lack of speech mean a life is forfeit? Veganism is compassion and love and peace, and is the only way forward".

Zoe, 25, Cruden Bay
"I went vegan because I felt like it was a natural transition from being vegetarian. I love all animals and I had been vegetarian for a very long time before going vegan. I always felt like a hypocrite just being vegetarian as I know the egg and dairy industry is heartbreaking. With some help from my wonderful vegan friend I did 'Veganuary' this year and I have never looked back since! I know now that I am vegan, I'm doing everything I possibly can to save the animals and to save our planet".



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Vicki, 28, Ellon Aberdeenshire 

"I am vegan because I believe speciesism is wrong. We do not have the right to dictate what is done to another earthling purely based on their species. Animals have a right to be here. In fact, they have MORE of a right to be here. It is the natural world. It's time we started living with animals and not using them for our benefit".


Short and sweet...

Like I said I wanted this to be a short post with some insight from fellow vegans, so I will finish off here. 
To anyone reading this who is not vegan, I challenge you to consider the reasons you have read, really do your research and just try to make a small change towards a vegan lifestyle. I swear you will not regret it and it is in the best interest of yourself, the planet and the animals. 
If you are vegan and reading this then why not join in? Comment below your "I went vegan because..." I would love to read it.
Thank you to everyone who took part in this blog post, I really appreciate the participation. Also thank you to everyone for reading. Don't forget to share and follow me on my social media (Instagram- @laurajanelifex , Facebook- LauraJaneLife). 

Happy World Vegan Month! 

[For more vegan content read my previous blog post- Lets Talk About Veganism] 





Sunday, 11 August 2019

The Birth Of Sunday Eva Ray


SHE is here...

Yes by now I am sure you all are aware that 9 weeks ago I gave birth to another little girl; our second daughter was born on 7th June 2019 via a vaginal delivery (YES I got my VBAC) weighing 7 pounds 7 ounces. We named her..

Sunday Eva Ray Webster

I have been so looking forward to sharing Sunday's birth story here on my blog for all of you to read and I am so glad to finally be posting it! Both my girls have been keeping me very busy as you can imagine (adjusting to having two kids takes time that's for sure) so it has been hard to find a spare moment to sit down and write but I knew I needed/wanted to write up the birth story while still fresh in my mind. I have been making notes on paper for weeks so it is great to be finally putting those emotions and thoughts here on my blog, my online journal if you will. I hope you all enjoy reading about this special time of my life. 

It was a beautiful birth, I had always longed to experience a vaginal delivery but at the same time the birth came with medical complications that put both myself and Sunday's health at risk (I will be making a separate post about the complications and recovery). Making this birth quite hard to recover from both physically and mentally, I am still dealing with it today over 2 months post birth. As much as bringing new life into the world is glorious, my goodness birth trauma is real and the after effects of birth can be long lasting. 

Anyway I am sure you are all reading with anticipation, waiting for me to start actually telling Sunday's birth story so I shall stop babbling and get into it. The beautifully traumatic (oh how poetic) birth of baby Sunday Eva Ray. 

Reduced Fetal Movement...


04 June 2019

It was a Tuesday night. I had put Ella-Grace to bed as usual, said good night and I love you like every night and then went to chill in the living room. Usually by this point in my pregnancy (1 day past my due date) I would be going straight to bed myself but as my sister was staying over I decided to watch a movie with her instead. I got 3/4 or so through the movie and realised I had not felt the baby move in a few hours. I had previously visited the hospital due to low fetal movements several times through out the pregnancy and luckily each time everything had been fine. Knowing that usually everything was fine I did not panic and tried a few different things to get baby moving. A cold drink. something sugary, lying on my left side etc. None of it worked. Now starting to get a bit concerned I decided to phone the hospital and they advised me to come in to get baby checked again. It was now 10pm. 
Thinking I would be sent home I took no more than the clothes on my back, my phone, purse and (thank goodness) my charger. No need for my hospital bags right? Wrong! 



After some time on the fetal monitor and a chat with a Dr, it was decided between us that the best course of action now I was past my due date and still experiencing low fetal movement was to induce labor. Although of course this was my decision, I did agree this was the best course of action because I was not confident in feeling movements and YES I was ready for this baby to be out my body. However, I was upset that induction was happening. At first I didn't really think much into it but then it set in that I was being admitted to the hospital, being induced and would not be leaving without a baby that is when I got emotional and the tears started. I never wanted to be induced, I wanted so much for my body to go at it's own pace and to experience full natural birth. As well as this I was of course hoping for a VBAC (Vaginal birth after c-section) as for those who do not know my first birth was via an emergency c-section which at the time was my worst nightmare although it did save my daughters life, I will link Ella-Grace's birth story here [Ella-Grace's birth story ].
Induction puts down the chances of a VBAC down by 50%!!! So now I felt that a c-section was inevitable which really put me down. On top of this I was thinking about Ella-Grace and how much I wanted to go home and give her another hug, one last Mummy and Ella-Grace cuddle while she was still an only child. One last kiss before I turned the world she knew upside down and the attention she would normally receive would have to be shared. I was alone in a hospital room, just me and my feelings. I desperately wanted Reece with me to calm me down. I wanted everything to be okay. It was a moment of overwhelming emotion and a whirlwind of thoughts but once I got settled in the hospital room and was ready to sleep I felt much better and although I tossed and turned all night I did get some shut eye thankfully, I was definitely going to need it! My second baby would be here before I knew it, I thought to myself, and I could not wait. That is where Sunday's birth story begins. 

Induction Process Started... 

05 June 2019

After being told the night before that my induction would definitely not be started until Wednesday afternoon I was surprisingly woken up by two midwives at 6am Wednesday morning. They told me they were ready to start my induction by attempting to insert a balloon catheter. 

"The pressure should soften and open your cervix enough to start labour or to be able to break the waters around your baby. The balloon catheter may fall out by itself or will be removed by a midwife the following day" Is how the NHS explains the  use of a balloon catheter when inducing labor. 

I chose the balloon catheter as I felt that if I was going to get induced this would be the most natural way to do it as it had no chemicals, it was just there to encourage my body to go naturally and if my body was already dilating then it would be just the nudge I needed. I phoned Reece and my Mum to let them know what was going on and then on my own I went with the midwife to start the induction process. I could of waited for Reece to be there of course but at this point I just wanted to get things going and did not want to risk them getting busy and not being able to induce until later on. So off I went in hopes that I was dilated at least enough to fit the balloon catheter. Much to my disappointment that was not possible, 

After several attempts by two different midwives it was clear that the balloon catheter was a no go. So instead we decided the next best option (since I was aiming for a VBAC) was to insert a pessary. The pessary is inserted into the cervix and contains a chemical that should triggers contractions (I am not a medical professional so please don't hang on my every word when it comes to medical advice/knowledge, that is always best coming from your Doctor or Midwife). This was inserted and within an hour it kicked in, contractions started and baby's head was definitely engaging. All good signs, baby's heart rate was doing great and at this point my sister was with me followed by Reece and then my parents and Ella-Grace.

Always making me laugh


 This was the last time I would see Ella-Grace as my only child so that was very emotional, I made sure we got a picture of this moment. 
Last picture as an only child


As my parents and sister left with Ella-Grace (my Mum and Dad were who we chose to take care of Ella-Grace while I was in labor) the midwives came to check my monitors and contractions. They were concerned the contractions had kicked in a bit fast and maybe too consistently but because baby was okay they were not overly worried and no drastic measures needed to be taken thankfully. 
The rest of the day was spent working through contractions (by bouncing on the birthing ball, breathing, pacing- no pain relief yet), monitoring myself and baby and just spending time with Reece. That night Reece stayed with me in the hospital and then it was onto the second day of induction. 







06 June 2019

Around 9am the next day I was once again taken to a different room, this time to remove the pessary and check my cervix as it had been 24 hours. Reece was here this time to come with me to hold my hand. I was very nervous. One of the reasons I was so hoping to go naturally and not to be induced was that induction puts the risk of a uterine rupture up by 50% (that was what I was told anyway) and so when inducing you the medical staff will only do so much before c-section is the only safe option to them. So unlike regular induction, when you are getting induced and aiming for a VBAC they will only allow you one pessary and if that does not work then it is c-section most likely. Obviously it is your body and you have the choice but at that point medical staff would deem it unsafe to continue with induction. So yeah with my dream of having a vaginal birth and avoiding another c-section now hanging in the balance I held Reece's hand hoping that I was dilated enough to have my waters broken. I was offered gas and air but because I was hoping to only use this as a method of pain relief through out my labor I opted not to take it yet as I wanted to wait until I really needed it (I am so glad I waited). 
The midwife removed the pessary and after an uncomfortable cervix check she informed me that yes I had dilated 2cm at the front of my cervix but the back was still pretty much closed but definitely soft and baby's head had moved to an engaged position. So good and bad news really. Knowing I was very keen for a vaginal birth and as my body did react some what to the pessary myself, Reece, myself and the midwife decided that going back to the original plan of inserting the balloon catheter was the best way forward as this was guaranteed to open my cervix enough to have my waters broken. So with a bit of pain and struggle she managed to insert the balloon catheter, once again I refused gas and air. The balloon would now be in for 12-24 hours unless it fell out before. Once removed I would be moved to the labor ward to have my waters broken. At this point though it was another waiting game. 

Now trying to return to my room, the midwife said unlike the pessary the balloon would work on its own and I could just relax in bed (with the pessary walking and bouncing on the ball encourages it to work). Armed with this information I was ready to return to my room and relax with Reece but that was a bit more difficult than anticipated. Having this balloon catheter in was VERY uncomfortable! Obviously I expected some discomfort but it was actually very painful and at some points gave me contractions that felt overwhelming although I knew that this was not active labor. As well as the pain it was incredibly hard to walk with a wire hanging between my legs and going to the bathroom was interesting to say the least. I found that having the wire in my underwear rather than hanging was much more comfortable so after figuring that out and I eventually managed to get comfy in bed and the contractions slowed down. Despite now experiencing chills and back ache I was able to relax a little bit with Reece. Again the baby and myself were monitored intermittently, we were both doing well. 
So ready for baby 2 to arrive


Evening came and the midwife came once again to check on things with us. She suggested to Reece that he go home and have a good night sleep instead of staying in the hospital again as tomorrow he would need energy as I would get the balloon removed then and that is when things really get going. She said (now remember this because it is very important) that there was "no way I would be taken to labor ward during the night". After talking to Reece we both decided it was a good idea that he go home to have a good sleep and return early in the morning. So, Reece went home both of us knowing that as the midwife said there was "no way" anything could happen during the night right? That prediction ended up being both true and false. 

Labor Ward... or not...


07 June 2019. 

Sound asleep in the hospital with no expectation of being awoke during the night for any reason, however midnight came around and I had two midwives once again in my room. Half asleep I was told that they had a space for me in labor ward (it had now been over 12 hours since the balloon was placed in my cervix). I was shocked but as they instructed me I got all my stuff together and moved over to a room in labor ward. 
Now in the labor ward, I had been left in the room alone while the midwives got things prepared. At this point all I was thinking was I need to get Reece here now but I could not get hold of him on his phone. Now before you all start nominating Reece for the worst husband of the year award let me just say it was not his fault that my calls and messages were not going through. The signal at our house is not always the best and the same goes for the signal in the hospital room so our phones were just not connecting, I did not know this at the time however so assumed he must be asleep, I got friends and family trying to contact him and one friend also offered to go over to my house and bang on the door to wake him up, luckily we eventually did get hold of each other and Reece rushed to the hospital as fast as he could. Now knowing Reece was on his way I had managed to actually focus on the situation at hand and look around the room I was in. I started to get very nervous and emotional. The room I was in felt very clinical to me and although I am not complaining as people have to give birth in unimaginably places sometimes I just did not feel relaxed. I started to remember things that happened during my previous birth and how I was rushed for an emergency c-section which also made me very nervous that history would repeat itself. Most of all though I missed Ella-Grace, sounds like a bizarre thing to feel at a moment where you don't really want your two year old present but oh my goodness I missed her so much. Being her Mum has really helped me deal with my anxiety better, she helps me with my anxiety and at that moment I just wanted Ella-Grace with me and to give her a huge cuddle before our lives changed forever. Finally Reece arrived and he managed to calm my nerves and comfort me a bit, at this point the midwife then returned to inform me that the next step would be to get a cannula fitted. I was dreading this more than the labor itself! Let me explain this. 

I have never liked needles which is the same as most people but I could handle it as the needle is in and out and over with but with a cannula it stays in the vein and this freaks me out.  Before having Ella-Grace I had never had any experience with having a cannula fitted and so when I had one fitted when I was being induced with Ella-Grace I was very nervous. Unfortunately my experience getting one in when I was being induced with Ella-Grace was not pleasant. I found it quite painful and (I don't know why) the doctor who fitted it then decided to put it not in my hand but the side of my arm? I don't know if this is a common place to have it but I found this so uncomfortable, I kept knocking it so it was painful and when I was trying to hold Ella-Grace it would always get in the way as it was exactly where her head would be. It made my fear of cannulas worse instead of better and so when I was writing my bitrth plan for baby 2 one of the first things I wrote down was no routine cannulas (I only wanted one inserted when I really needed one) and I wanted it put in my hand. I spoke over this with my community midwife during one of my prenatal appointments and she said that 1. I can choose where I have it inserted as all the doctors are trained to put it in the hand and 2. I did not need to have a cannula routinely, I could request to only have one fitted when I need to have a drip or I of course could refuse to have one at all but with being induced this was not really possible. 

So yes I am in the labor ward with the midwife telling me I needed to get a cannula fitted. Of course I did know that when I was being moved to labor ward this would be the point that it would become necessary to have a cannula fitted but I was not yet going to be on a drip as far as I knew so I did try and discuss with the midwife whether I could wait until I knew I was getting a drip to get it in because I did not want to have one longer than I needed to. She still advised I got one and said I would soon be on a fluid drip and so I agreed to getting one fitted. The junior doctor came into the room and fitted my cannula (he was great, he knew I was nervous but calmed my nerves telling me that he was very quick at fitting them and he had no problem with my request for it to be fitted in my hand). As I held Reece's hand the doctor fitted it and as he was finishing off a midwife came in and said "she doesn't need one, she is being moved back to the other ward". I burst into tears. 
I understood of course that they no longer could break my waters because they needed the room for an emergency, this I completely understood and did not mind waiting but now I had exactly what I didn't want; a cannula fitted unnecessarily. This gave me so much anxiety! I felt liked the very small piece of control I had over my birth had been taken away from me and that was really hard for me. I cried for a while even with Reece trying to cheer me up. My anxiety had just sky rocketed and I was staring at this horrible needle in my hand wishing I could pull it out. I eventually calmed down and went to sleep. I know I am being very dramatic over something people get all the time in hospital but when you are already tired, emotional and now feeling out of control, it is overwhelming. However a couple hours of sleep later, it was now 9am and I was eating my breakfast. Now coming up to 24 hours since the balloon had been fitted in my cervix I was once again told there was a space in the labor ward for me. but this time we were not leaving until our baby was in my arms. 

Second time lucky...


It is now about 10am on 7th June 2019. I am in labor ward not leaving until this baby is here! I was lucky enough to have not one but two midwives with me and we were going over my details before taking the balloon out and breaking my water. This labor room was a little less clinical feeling I thought and there were big windows which let in natural light which was helping me feel somewhat calm but I was still beginning to over think again. I was remembering my previous labor experience and being rushed to theatre for a c-section. I was asking myself would I end up with a c-section again? I obviously was hoping for a VBAC and was keeping positive that I would be able to achieve this but this came with another set of worries. The fear of the unknown as I had never had a vaginal birth before, would I be able to handle it without pain relief? Would everything go okay? Will I need intervention? I was scared of all the outcomes. I also once again started to miss Ella-Grace and irrationally wished she was in the room. 
All these feelings just being in my head I was trying to stay calm on the outside. What helped me stay calm and distract myself from over thinking was asking the midwives lots of questions, the more informed you can be the more in control you feel or at least that is how I felt. My first birth I did not feel very in control so knowing the plan for my birth and how the midwives were hoping things would go really helped. It also helped to speak to Reece about all we were excited for; would baby 2 be a boy or a girl? What should we name the baby? Did Reece want to cut the cord? Things like that kept me excited rather than nervous. All information gathered it was now time to remove the balloon, check my cervix and break my water. 

Balloon out and water broke...

11am- Still refusing gas and air, one of the midwives removed the balloon- this was not painful- and checked my cervix. I was now dilated 2 and 1/2 cm and the back of my cervix was now open. The midwife managed to break my water- this was a bit more uncomfortable. The midwives then explained to me that I would be left for about 2 hours to see if my body would start regularly contracting itself meaning I would not need a drip (I was hoping for this outcome) but if my body did not start contracting regularly after 2 hours I would need the drip to help things along. One of the midwives explained to me that from this point on it would be safest to have the baby on constant monitoring (this meant having two belts over my bump which were hooked up to a monitor that would show the baby's heart rate and my contractions). I had this with Ella-Grace and was told it meant I could not stand up or get off the bed and so I was hoping to avoid this kind of monitoring. I really wanted to be mobile this time; I wanted to be able to pace, stand bounce on the ball, I just wanted to be able to change position if I wanted to and let gravity do it's work, From everything I had read being mobile helps your body push the baby down and actually being in a bed, on your back is the worst position. I spoke to the midwife about this and she informed me that it was my decision what happened to my body so I did not have to have the constant monitoring but that I was misinformed before and I would be free to move around as I wanted while on the monitor and the same with the drip. This made me feel a lot better and so I agreed to the monitoring as to me it was the best of both worlds; I get to move around and know how my baby is doing constantly. So now I had 2 hours for my body to start contracting itself and I was determined to get things going so I bounced on the birthing ball the entire time. Reece had some lunch, both midwives took breaks, we all had a good chat about everything from baby names to veganism (I really liked the two midwives who were caring for me). Contractions did start to build in these two hours, still refusing any pain relief/gas and air I just breathed through them on my own. I really was holding out until I felt I desperately needed the gas and air. I was informed by the midwife that inductions are much more intense contractions than natural labor and that most women go for an epidural but I was determined not to have one (to be honest more because of my fear of needles than anything, I have no judgement about what pain relief any women chooses during birth- whatever helps you get through it). Two hours had now passed and unfortunately although I was contracting it was not very regular so I needed the drip to help things along. That was the next step. 

Drip and intense contractions... 


1pm, now the drip was attached and for now at the lowest level. The midwife informed me that they would up the dose every half an hour until I was at the rate of contractions they wanted me to be at and then the drip would stay at that dose. I voiced my concern to them of my body being over stimulated which could put baby in distress (and she had been fine this whole time so I did not want to mess that up) but they reassured me they would very closely monitor me and baby and would do everything they could to stop this from happening. Although I had been induced this way before it was still unfamiliar territory as Ella-Grace's heart rate was never stable and she was in distress a lot of the time through the induction process and so I was not used to a calm situation like this one, I did not want it to change and suddenly have 5 doctors or more in the room with me like I had with Ella-Grace. I very much wanted this birth to be straight forward even though I was being induced and for Sunday to come into the world happily. 
As the drip began I was still bouncing on the ball and chatting away to Reece and the midwives, they soon intensified however and I decided to raise the bed so I could lean on it in a standing position while swaying my hips. This was the position I most liked and stayed like this for a couple of hours. Still no gas and air, breathing through contractions, talking at the small breaks in between and updating my instagram.. until I couldn't any more. 4pm- 3 hours since the drip started, 5 hours since my water was broken and over 48 hours after first being offered gas and air- I finally reached my breaking point and started to use the gas and air. I am so glad I waited to use it because the relief I felt when I finally started to use it was amazing, it didn't take any pain away but it certainly is a good distraction and made me giggle, Funny thing was I was holding onto that gas and air for probably an hour before I actually needed it, just having it in my hand just in case was a good enough support for a while (who cares about holding your partners hand just hold the gas and air hahaha). 
The contractions were so intense now that I was breathing the gas and air maybe a bit too much and I started to feel a bit faint. One of the midwives suggested (knowing that I did not want to lie on the bed but also didn't want me to fall if I did faint) that I lower the bed and sit at the edge leaning on Reece. I took her advice and got into this positon. With each contraction I would breathe heavily into the gas and air and push myself into Reece, letting my entire weight be held up by his body. Although in excruciating pain this was a very nice moment with Reece and the midwife even caught a snap of it for me. 
These contractions were VERY intense, the most intense contractions I had felt in both birth experiences. I could see the two midwives discussing something in the corner of the room and looking at my monitor. It worried me a bit and so I asked them if everything was okay and if baby was stable. They informed me that everything was okay and baby 2 was perfectly fine. I was still confused as to what they were discussing though so pressed them again but they said not to worry. One or two contractions later something switched, I no longer was only in pain I felt the need to push. This I had never experienced with Ella-Grace and so I was now at the point of birth that I was unfamiliar to. I was in disbelief however so did not speak up quite yet, it had been less than 5 hours and this was meant to take more than double that time at least right? I did not want to be that women who thinks she needs to push at like 3 or 4 cm (not that there is anything wrong with feeling that I do not know why I was worried about that, stubbornness I guess).  Well thank goodness the midwives are as amazing at their jobs as they are because they both took one look at me and asked "Do you need to push?" 


10 cm dilated in 5 hours...

After being asked this I did say to them that I felt I needed to push and before I could say anything else I was on the bed and the midwife said she was going to examine me. This panicked me. I think it was the fact I was on the bed on my back now more than anything that panicked me and I somehow convinced myself that something was wrong and I was going to be rushed to theatre again. It is funny to look back on now because I kept saying to the midwives "You aren't telling me something, you wouldn't tell me if something was wrong in case I panicked" like it was some kind of conspiracy theory haha! But at the time I really did feel like something was secretly wrong and they were just waiting for the right moment to tell me. Nothing was wrong however and when one of the midwives examined me and I asked how dilated I was she simply replied with "why don't you tell me". I guessed 10cm in a joking voice but also hopeful and to my surprise I was exactly right. I had dilated to 10cm in less than 5 hours!! I don't know why I was so shocked because I went from 2cm to 7cm within an hour with Ella-Grace before I needed the c-section so it was always a possibility that this would happen again but it was just so surreal. 10cm! Time to push! Now almost 5pm and the next hour was THE LONGEST hour of my life. 


PUSH...

It was only an hour, not even that but oh my goodness it was so intense I don't know where to start! The most intense, painful and yet rewarding experience of my entire life! 
Firstly, I would like to say that the 3 people in that room with me were amazing! Reece was by my side the whole time holding my hand, rubbing my back and whispering positive things in my ear. Telling me "I could do this" even though I was telling him I couldn't. The two midwives had two very different approaches of supporting me which was great because I felt I needed both. One of them was very sympathetic and spoke to me in a soft voice, much like the support I was getting from Reece was telling me I could do this and that baby would be here soon. The other midwife was very much no nonsense, told me what I had to do, when I had to push and at one point I was overly panicking that something was wrong and she told it to me straight, exclaiming "Look at me do you see me panicking? No then you need to calm down". Some people would of hated her approach but I needed that in that moment, someone to tell me what to do. It was an amazing balance of listening to what I felt but also keeping me rational while I was in so much pain. I wish every woman could have a support network like this during their birth. 
At this point I had switched from being on my back to leaning on the back of the bed to let gravity work with my pushes to bring the baby down and out of my body. I also at this point had given up on the gas and air- 1. because the midwives suggested I should put my energy into pushing instead of breathing in the gas and air and 2. I was just not able to remember to bring it to my mouth for each contraction. So here I was leaning on the back of the bed, no pain relief, pushing with Reece by my side and two amazing midwives guiding me. I remember with each contraction crying because the pain was so overwhelming and wishing for it to be over. This position was the position I always imagined I would give birth in and it was the best position but as the baby got closer and closer to exiting my body the midwives and I decided I would go on my back so I could have the baby placed on my chest. 
My legs now up in stirrups I used all my body weight to push my feet into the stirrups and all the energy I could muster to push this baby out. Reece says at this point I was going purple I was pushing so hard. Guided by the midwives they told me when to ease of and suggested now I use the gas and air to get through these last few pushed. Would you believe even at this point I feared I would end up with a c-section? I just felt like there is no way I could actually be doing this? My body is actually capable of pushing out this baby and avoiding a c-section? There is just no way right?  Wrong. I was doing it!! 
Now came what many women call the "ring of fire". I obviously never understood what that meant before but OMG now I do! The ring of fire being when the baby's head is entering the world. This was the one and only point I screamed. I am so proud of myself for going though this with no pain relief just as I wanted but OMG I could of used something for that one moment. One more push I was told to open my eyes, baby's body was out and my job was done. This beautiful baby was on my chest and what was the first thing that comes out my mouth? "I DID IT!!" I sounded like Ella-Grace when she manages to put on her shoes herself or something hahaha I could not believe I had actually done it! Looking at my baby in my arms and still I turned to Reece and asked "I really don't need a c-section?". I was in shock. It was surreal. It was a relief. It was everything I had every wanted. VBAC achieved!!! 



It's A Girl...


So overwhelmed with love and you know, the fact I JUST PUSHED OUT A BABY!  I didn't even think about whether baby was a boy or girl. The midwife asked if Reece wanted to discover the gender and tell me to which he of course said yes. Two seconds later Reece exclaimed to me "It's A Girl!". The midwife asked if we had a name for her. Crying happy tears, I turned to Reece and once again suggested the name I had loved for 9 months and although he had not loved it he agreed it was her name. And so I turned to look at my beautiful baby girl and said "Hi Sunday". Latched on to my breast like a champ this was one of the best moments of my life. Reece and I took some pictures and for this moment everything was perfect. Unfortunately that moment ended and the reality of what the birth had done to my body set in. I was not in recovery just yet. Major complications leading to surgery were to follow but that is for the next blog post. For now lets leave this post here with the birth of our glorious second daughter: Sunday Eva Ray Webster. Born on 7th June 2019 at 17.54, weighing 7lb 7 ounces. 



Summary of my Induced VBAC experience... 

My experience of having an induced VBAC is very positive looking from the start of induction to Sunday being born, unfortunately as you will all hear in the next post the complications after really tainted this experience for me dramatically. However the actual birth and induction over all was everything I could of asked for. I was so scared of being forced or coerced into having another c-section but I received the opposite. All the medical staff, especially the midwives were incredibly supportive of me achieving the vaginal birth I wanted. From the midwife who pushed for me to have the balloon inserted after the pessary and the doctor who was very sympathetic to my fear of needles to the two amazing midwives who helped me during active labor, I felt supported through out the induction process and birth.I 100% prefer a vaginal birth to a c-section it is just unfortunate that the complications after made for another hard recovery for me. There is nothing like the reward of bringing a child into the world whatever way you do it but for me feeling my body going through the motions of child birth, the most natural thing in the world (despite the fact I was induced) and pushing my child out was so much more rewarding than my c-section. Not that, that changes the love you feel for your baby after- I fell in love with my girls immediately despite their births being completely different. I cannot believe I managed to do it without any pain relief and only using gas and air for in total an hour. I am one bad ass child bearing goddess apparently hahaha. Every woman is of course no matter what method of pain relief but for me actually being able to do it without anything makes me feel like superwoman. I am very proud of myself and so happy I experienced my VBAC. The birth was perfect (again putting aside the complications). 

Dear Sweet Sunday...

Cuddles with Mummy at 5 weeks old

Now this is for my sweet girl, Sunday Eva Ray. I hope you do read this when you are older (right now you are wriggling in my arms while I try to type with one hand and your sister is next to me watching Barbie on Netflix). I want you to know how much myself, your Daddy and sister love you. Your birth was amazing and you made it a dream come true. I adored you the second you were placed on my chest. You have completed our family and we are so happy to have you here with us. Both you and I have had a tough recovery, you did not have the easiest start to life and it has taken us a while to get settled but one thing that was always easy and always strong was our bond and that is what got us through the difficult first two weeks. I am blessed to have you as a daughter and hope I am doing a good job as your Mummy. I am proud of you and love you no matter what. My sweet Sunday, you are my everything. 

Thank you for reading...

Finally I have shared this with my wonderful internet community. I do not only want to thank all my readers for reading Sunday's birth story but for all the support I have received during my absence on the blog. If you follow me on social media you will already know all of the complications myself and Sunday had following her birth and the tough recovery I am still going through. It has not been easy (although worth it) and I thank everyone for their messages of support, shared experiences and advice. I hope that this will be my return to the blog and I will now be able to post regularly again but as many of you know, having two kids is very busy so no promises. Whether you are a new reader or a reader who has been here since my first post in 2017, thank you so much I appreciate you all. Lastly, I hope you will all join me as I say this.... 

Welcome to the world Sunday Eva Webster. 


Monday, 18 March 2019

Potty Training Under 2


Writing about potty training already... 

How did this come about so fast? Feels like yesterday I changed Ella-Grace's first nappy (or more accurately watched a nurse change her as I could not get out of bed due to being numb from c-section) and now here I am, 28 weeks pregnant with baby number 2 watching her run around in 'big girl pants' and saying "Potty mama". Time goes way too fast, she is such a big girl now! 

Before I even get into the topic of potty training and everything that has come with our experience so far I would like to say a few things. First of all, I am no expert when it comes to potty training (I don't think anyone is?) this is simply a post explaining how potty training is going with Ella-Grace and advice as far as what is working for us- this is not to say what we do works for every child as every child is different. I do not think children HAVE to be potty trained at a certain age or anything like that, you as a parent decide when you think is the best time. Once again all children are unique, all learn at different paces in different ways and please in no way take this as me telling you what you should be doing because that is not what I am doing- half the time I don't even know what I am doing. We are all winging it at the end of the day. I have found reading other parents experiences very helpful and comforting in times I have struggled during this potty training process so I thought I would ask you all if I should share my experience and an overwhelming amount of you said yes so here it is. Also you all know I use this blog as a personal diary to get out my inner thoughts, I just choose to share these thoughts with the internet, that is all this is. Also apologies it has took me so long to get this posted, between pregnancy insomnia and my laptop crashing (losing my work SEVERAL times), it has been tricky to get it done but here I am!

Now that long (probably unneeded) explanation is out the way let us get on with the blog post...

(Side note: There will be no images of Ella-Grace on the toilet or in her pants etc. I personally am not comfortable with that)  

Past experience in potty training and thoughts going into it...

Like most first time parents- I would assume- I had no experience potty training and was quite apprehensive about approaching the whole thing. As someone with anxiety I control this with routine and schedule and being in a routine (in this case I am talking about nappies) it really stressed me out the thought of messing with that and now having to start a fresh, teaching Ella-Grace a whole new way of life pretty much. She has spent her whole life doing her 'business' in nappies and I have spent her whole life changing them, it is a big change for both of us. I also get very anxious about tasks that do not have instructions which of course potty training does not, mothering in general does not come with a handbook or 'wikihow' page you can just look up so whenever I enter a new experience in Motherhood I get a little (or a lot) stressed out. So needless to say, potty training was not something I was in a rush to do nor excited about doing. 
When Ella-Grace was 18 months old however (literally I think medically this is the earliest a child will be able to be potty trained due to physical development that needs to happen) she started showing signs of being ready for potty training. She hated her nappy and would always try to pull it off, she would hide to do a number 2 and she became very interested in the bathroom- specifically me going to the bathroom. So reluctantly I thought I would buy a toilet seat insert and see how she liked it. She sat on it no problem and seemed to want to be on it. As proud as I was, I was also in shock, I was not thinking about potty training her until she was 2 or 3 years old but she was telling me she wanted to sit on the toilet. It was at this point I went out and bought her some pants and set a few days aside to try this potty training thing (no idea what I was doing). This was my first ever experience trying to potty train and it did not go well. Although she did go to the toilet a few times and was interested in it, she was just not ready to understand the concept of 'I need to tell Mummy I need to go to the bathroom'. So after a day or two of accidents everywhere we decided she was just not ready. This was a very stressful two days with the change of routine and as you probably guessed there were many tears from me. After this we did keep the toilet seat out and if she asked to go on it then we would let her but we were not actively potty training her. So that was that for a few months. 

Trying again and signs of potty readiness...

Honeymoon past and Christmas came and went, it was now January- at this point life had gotten so busy that the potty seat was put away in the cupboard. This is when we decided to try again (Ella-Grace now being 21 almost 22 months old). We decided this for a number of reasons: 

1. Ella-Grace showing more signs of readiness 

Of course the most important thing to consider when thinking about potty training is, is my child ready? And once again, Ella-Grace started showing signs of readiness even more than before. As well as the signs I have already mentioned Ella-Grace also started to show the signs such as going number 2 at a certain time of day, telling me when she needed her nappy changed, understanding simple instructions, understanding words and what they mean (such as potty, pee pee etc), mimicking behaviour and waking up dry from her nap. All these were signs that she was ready and armed with this knowledge I had to consider other aspects of life to see if it was the right time for us as a family as well as for Ella-Grace and that nothing else would get in the way. 

2. Baby number 2 due in June 

This was more of a perk than a reason to potty train because of course if Ella-Grace had not been ready I would of never even considered starting potty training for this reason, but due to Ella-Grace showing signs this was something that popped into my head. As most if not all of you know I am due to have another baby in June and what a treat it would be to have to change half the amount of nappies. No nappy changes for my toddler only for the new born. Of course I would still be assisting Ella-Grace in the bathroom but not having to change her nappy along with baby two would be nice. 

3. No big changes or events for a while

As I said Christmas and New Year had just passed and now we were into January which for us is quite a slow month as I am sure it is for many families. Ella-Grace's second birthday was in March and baby was due in June which meant for a little while now we had no big plans, changes or events. Potty training too close to or during a big event or change can make the process more difficult and stressful for everyone involved so the fact that we had nothing really happening for a while made me think that it could be a good time. 

4. Second trimester and feeling good 

As I said, you have to make sure your child is ready for potty training and that there is nothing happening at the same time that will stress out your child during this transition but as well as this you as a parent MUST be ready for this process as it takes a lot of energy out of you, it takes up a lot of your time and as for the attention you already pay to your child, you need to triple that. The constant monitoring, the constant reminding, the constant watching them and more. It is a lot for a parent and a huge task you have to make sure you are at your best to be able to help your child through this transition. For me around this time I was into my second trimester, finally out of the sickness of the first 12 weeks and I felt myself getting a burst of energy. Although pregnancy can be a difficult time if you are going to do anything like this, the second trimester (at least for me) is the sweet spot and exactly when you want to do it. The start of pregnancy I would never have been able to do it as I was far too tired and sick, the third trimester I would definitely be too tired and forget about when I have a new born baby. I am not saying you cannot do it during these times but I am saying that for me, my mental health would not handle it and physically I feel I would struggle but the second trimester? Yeah lets do this!  


Researching and our chosen method...

Everything is lining up... Ella-Grace is ready, I am ready and now what? Time to do some research. Looking back on the first time we attempted to potty train I decided I did not do enough research. I looked at one method and thought, there I will try that, but there are so many different methods and opinions when it comes to potty training that I wanted to view more and fill myself with information. I looked at 3 day potty training methods, some that did day and night potty training at the same time, some methods that taught going number 1 and number 2 at different times, elimination communication potty training, potty training using pull ups, naked potty training, and so on and so forth. There are SO many different forms of information out there about all different types of potty training and from all this information I put together my own method combining the aspects I thought was important to my child's progress and what she needed. The main guidelines I used when potty training (which I pulled from all the different methods I looked at) were: 

1. Have a staying in period 


Although potty training does also have to be done out of the house it was important for us to establish it first at home before tackling public areas. Going to the bathroom is a vulnerable and private time and so we were prepared to get through the first part of the process at home. 


2. No more nappies 


Some methods use pull ups or potty train using nappies but for us the best way we could see to do it was to go 'cold turkey' as they say on the nappies (with the exception of nap time/bed time). 

3. Potty every half an hour 


Most methods say to remind your child often to go potty but it is up to you how often. We decided to put her on potty every half hour, quickly going to every hour. We probably asked her every 15 mins or so if she wanted to go.  

4. Nappy free time followed by pants 


The first day we let Ella-Grace run around bare and after this we introduced pants. 

5. Teaching words 

Teaching key words such as 'potty', 'pee pee' and 'poo poo'. This was very helpful when it came to understanding the process of potty training. Later she also caught onto words such as 'tissue', 'flush' and 'wash hands'. Once your child understands these words/phrases communication and teaching is so much easier. 

6. Praise and reward 

With it being just after Christmas we had so much left over chocolate/gifted chocolate so we used this as a reward if she went potty. As she got better as it though we just used praise which is all they really need. 

7. No punishments 

We knew we would be teaching her this way before I even researched anything. We did not want her to feel as if she had done something wrong when she had an accident as this would likely stress her out and we did not want to teach her that doing her business was bad because it is not. We simply acknowledged any accidents and patiently explained to her where to go next time. 

8. Teach privacy

Reece and I think teaching privacy is very important and this also includes when it comes to going to the bathroom. So we were not comfortable having anyone over during the times when she was running around in just pants, we wanted to teach her going to the bathroom was something private and she can have Mummy or Daddy helping her or have some alone time. We did not want her doing her buisness on a potty in a public area in front of others, we wanted to teach her to go to where it is private just as we would never change her nappy anywhere but nappy changing areas because this was private. A very important lesson I think to teach from the start. 

9. Tackle Day Time First 

As I said, we decided to tackle through the day first and nap time/evening time later. We found this to be best for Ella-Grace and according to what I have read as well as observed with Ella-Grace so far, night time readiness is very different and almost naturally occurs.


10. Only 5 - 15 minutes sitting on potty 

I read that letting your child sit on the toilet/potty for too long can affect their veins etc in that area and can be strenous for them so the recommended cut off time was 15 mins. After about 15 mins as well Ella-Grace would be more than ready to get off. 

Supplies..

1. Pants 

2. Toddler insert for toilet and/or small potty (we ended up needing both)

3.' Bambino' Potty training pants (NOT pull ups, the kind we got were cloth so more like pants so Ella-Grace did not get confuse it with a nappy)  

4. Nappies for bedtime and naptime

5. Cleaning products 

6. Wipes

7. Moisturiser (Ella-Grace's hands got really dry from the constant washing hands so moisturiser was important) 

8. Rewards (optional, praise can work just as well) 

9. Timer (I just used my phone) 

Staying in Period...


And so it begins. 10th January 2019 was Ella-Grace's first day at a new toddler group so of course we did not want to miss this. We had sort of introduced potty training a day or two prior to this and so we took her to the group in pants not wanting to confuse her by putting her back in a nappy (there were many accidents as it was just the beginning stage- I wish we had the potty training pants at this point haha). It was after this day though that we 'officially' started potty training and decided to stay at home for a good week and so this is where I will start the potty training story for you all. 

So treating the first day of the staying in period as the first full day potty training I decided to let Ella-Grace do this day pants and nappy free- so nothing on her bottom half. This was part of a few methods I read. By doing this I wanted to see just how many times a day she would go pee and hopefully see how well she regulated her bladder. It was less about trying to get her to use the potty- which of course I did- but more the last check to see if she was truly ready for potty training, From what I had read if a toddler urinates constantly their bladder is not mature enough for them to regulate it but if they are going every hour or so this is a sign they are regulating their bladder making potty training possible. I am not a medical professional but this was what I read and so we tested this theory. Ella-Grace often woke up from naps dry or we noticed she was staying dry in her nappy for longer periods of time and so it was not a shock to me that after the first day of potty training we came to the conclusion she was regulating her bladder and we were confident in our decision to potty train. She had many accidents on the floor (and one on the sofa, I think I counted about 8 accidents on the first day but this was expected and like I said not the big aim of the day. The aim was so see if she was ready and it did seem she was. We were not using the small potty at this point but rather we introduced the toilet seat insert as this is what we were putting her on as this is what she shown interest in, the big toilet that Mummy and Daddy use. We were putting her on every half hour to an hour on that first day, constantly reminding her/asking her if she needed to pee. The first few times this was exciting but then she got a bit bored of going on and so bubbles, her wash off nail polish, stories, we brought out a few things to keep her entertained during her time on the potty. We would sit her on the potty between 5 and 10 minutes each time, restarting the 30 min timer each time she would get off. If she at all seemed distressed about going on/being on the potty we would take her off- we wanted to avoid stressing her out or making her scared of the potty at all costs. We were very much trying to let her lead us. She may have peed once on the potty on that first day but the rest were accidents. So as the first day goes it went as expected, the constant reminding her to go to the toilet, every half an hour putting her on the toilet, cleaning up accidents and trying to teach her the key potty training words- fair to say both Ella-Grace and myself were shattered at the end of the first day and I still knew we had a long way to go. 

Progress followed by UTI...


The staying in period continued and on the second day we introduced pants. I explained to her what her pants were and how she was not to wear nappies now just pants. I told her that she should try to keep her pants dry and tell Mummy or Daddy if she needed the toilet. Then again our potty training method began (Reminding her about the toilet, putting her on potty for 5/10 mins every 30 mins, trying to teach her the potty words, if she did anything on the toilet she would get a little dairy free chocolate treat and of course constant hand washing). This was pretty much how the staying in period went, day in and day out we would do this routine. There were stressful times for both of us, many accidents and a lot of washing (I advise you buy a lot of pants and maybe keep them in just t-shirts or dresses) but we got through it. 
By day 3 Ella-Grace had gone from eight accidents to just on or two accidents, peeing on the toilet almost every time (going number 2 was still quite daunting for her and although she did go a once or twice in the toilet most of the time she would go in her nappy during nap time as this was the time she had regulated her body to go anyway). Now she was getting better at going to the toilet we had changed the method slightly. Instead of every half an hour we set the timer for every hour and this is where it stuck until she learnt to tell us herself. I was very proud of the progress she was making and thought to myself the hard part was over she is almost accident free... and then a UTI hit her. Very common during early potty training with girls according to our dr and although it is not a sign of not being ready to be potty trained (which is what I was worried about) it is something that needs treated with antibiotics. 
I used to get regular urine tract infections when I was younger and so I knew as soon as Ella-Grace said 'ow' when she peed that she had an infection. Thankfully with her being so good at peeing in the toilet now we were able to get a urine sample from her quickly meaning she got antibiotics very quickly and recovered within days. Surprisingly this did not hold her back as I thought it would and once the infection cleared up she had her first dry day!!

First dry day...


This had now been a full week of staying in and potty training. It had been difficult, it had been messy but it had been so worth it. I actually read one Mother's story about how she potty trained her child and one thing she said really stuck (I am going to try and find the exact post and credit it at the end of this post), she said 'wait for the first dry day' this is what I told myself in times where I was finding the potty training difficult as I knew the first dry day would be amazing and it was. Looking in the washing basket and only seeing the one pair of underwear she had worn that day to go in the wash and seeing how proud she was to have dry underwear, it was so precious. We were still putting her on every hour so it was very much her being on a schedule than us leaving her to it and her being able to tell us but still this was progress and from 8 accidents on the first day to none in just over a week! That was amazing. Very proud of our little girl and also proud of us for helping her get there. Now time to get out the house! 

First full day out...


Now, accomplishing potty training in your house is one thing but potty training outside the home, outside of your child's comfort zone, that is a whole different kettle of fish as they say. 
We had been on small outings before; doctors appointments, my 20 week scan, trips to ASDA, but 1. These were short trips and 2. We used the potty training pants and although they were always dry and she would go to the toilet when we were out, it was like a security blanket because we knew if she did have an accident that the cloth potty training pants would hold some amount of urine before any clothing etc got wet. It was time to take that security blanket away. Ella-Grace was ready and so were we. What better place to test this theory than a birthday party at a soft play haha no point starting small right? 
Dress on, hair done and pants on out the house for the first time, I was petrified and desperately did not want her to have an accident. Not because there would of been anything wrong in that, totally normal in fact but I knew Ella-Grace would get upset (by this point she was very aware that she wanted her pants to be dry) and did not want her to feel embarrassed. The party lasted 2 hours and Reece and I were on our game tracking how much she drank and how often we were putting her on the toilet (still every hour) and so with two successful trips to the toilet that was our first big outing with dry underwear NOT in training pants. Another milestone had been hit and we were ecstatic. This was the 26th of January so about 2 weeks after we started potty training. 

Introducing small potty...

So we have no accidents through the day at home, we can now go out of the house with pants on also, what was left? To trust in Ella-Grace. By now she knew the word 'pee pee', 'potty' and 'poo poo' and she had a good understanding of what they meant but yet she was rarely telling us she needed to go and rather waiting for us to put her on the potty. She was clearly regulating her bladder as every time we would put her on the potty she would pee, she knew every hour we would take her to the toilet. But we wanted to stop the schedule and let her lead us, it was now time for her to let us know when she needed to go and so to help with this we introduced a small potty in the living room. The reason for this being the big toilet she could not get on herself and so the small potty encouraged independence as she could sit on it herself. We taught her how to pull up and down her pants and trousers and explained when she needed to go 'pee pee' or 'poo poo' to let Mummy and Daddy know and to go on her potty. Still reminding her but now not putting her on every hour and once again (thankfully) she picked this up rather quickly. Sometimes by telling us and sometimes she needed the question of 'do you need to go potty?' to prompt her but she quickly got used to telling us when she needed to go. I think we had one or two accidents during this time of teaching her to tell us but over all she got it fairly quickly. Following this we moved the small potty into the bathroom as we still wanted to encourage privacy and that the bathroom is where she goes to do her business and we no longer timed how often she went to the bathroom, no more timer. Which brings us to right now. 

Where we are now...

So, as of now (March 2019) I can confidently say Ella-Grace is fully potty trained through the day. If she does go longer than 2 hours without peeing I will prompt her to go to the potty which she always does but majority of the time she lets us know when she needs to go. She does still wear a nappy at nap and bed time but we put her on the potty before she sleeps and so she often wakes up dry. Going number 2 on the potty is still somewhat of a task as she would usually do this during nap time (so in her nappy) as this is the time of day she seems to of regulated her body to do so but if she does need when she is awake she does tell us and with some prompting will go on the potty. Not as confidently as she does when she goes pee but she will still tell us and she knows where number 2 goes. We are working on making her more confident at this however. Ella-Grace has full understanding  now that her waste goes into the potty. She understands the whole process from knowing when she needs to go to the bathroom to washing her hands after. She gets up every morning as tells us it is time take off her nappy, go potty and put her pants on. She is proud when her pants are dry and likes to announce to everyone after she has gone 'pee pee' haha exclaiming yay every time! Still small progress to go and potty training through the night to tackle but so far so good and we are very proud of how she is doing.  

Method in a nutshell..

That may have sounded a bit all over the place so I am going to bullet point it for anyone that just wants the steps:
  • Stay in period 1 week 
  • First day- no pants or nappy, look for waste regulation and cues that child needs to go potty (holding private area, running around, hiding). Learning these cues will help you catch when they need to go potty and help them learn their own cues. Potty every 30 mins. 
  • Second day- explain underwear. Potty every 30 mins, use knowledge of cues from day before. Teach key words. 
  • Continue this for the remainder of the week. If child is having less accidents and seems to be doing well try potty every 1 hour. Teach key words. 
  • Attempt an outing (no timeline just whenever you feel ready)
  • When child is going to potty every hour and understanding key words try encouraging them to tell you when they need to go/go by themselves. 

Top tips...

1. Don't pressure your child


BIG no in my opinion is putting pressure on your child to be potty trained. Of course encourage and explain to them why an accident is an accident but never embarrass, never shame, never punish and never force. Changing from nappies to potty is a HUGE lifestyle change for any child no matter the age you start and during this time your child needs support, praise and compassion. You do not want to scare them away. 

2. Mother knows best 

I spent the whole time I was potty training (even now) questioning myself and if I was right for potty training Ella-Grace now. Was she truly ready? Can I do this? What should and shouldn't I be doing? I googled this until I was at my wits end and the only answer I could come up with was that nobody knows. Each parent does what they think is best for their child and although I could read other peoples experiences and opinions, I had to find my own and trust myself as a Mother that I know my child, what they are capable of and what is best for them. I believed that Ella-Grace was ready and I believed this was the right time to start potty training and so that is what I did. No one knows your child like you do, you have to trust yourself to make the right call. 

3. Ignore haters 


This kind of goes hand in hand with the last tip. I had some people telling me Ella-Grace was 'too young' and that I was 'forcing her', these did get me down for a bit and had me questioning myself but to be 100% honest, these people are not there to help you. Unless you ask for their opinion they have no right to tell you what to do and not do with your child, they have not seen the signs and they have not been the one raising them from the ground up. A stranger will see your child have one accident and suddenly proclaim that your child is 'not ready' to be potty trained but yet they did not see the 3 other times that day that your child successfully went to the potty. Although I know it is hard not to overthink what others opinions are as you yourself are not an expert please remember, like I said, you know what is best for your child and it is up to you to make the decision. Ignore any negative energy. 

4. Take it day by day


Just like most things in life you are going to experience good days and bad days, it is the same with potty training. One day your child will seem to be making immense progress and then the next they will have a few accidents, that's just how it is at the start, it is an adjustment for them and potty training definitely does not happen over night. So whether it takes days, weeks or months, just take it day by day. Your child has a day with little or no accidents then amazing, if they have a day where the potty has not been used then try again tomorrow. It is easier said than done but try not to stress, you will potty train your child eventually and then you will be sad that this is another experience checked off your list. Just take it day by day and you will get there. Remember accidents happen, it is part of potty training. 



5. Enjoy the small victories



Again linking to the last tip- enjoy the small victories. The potty training process is messy, tedious and frustrating for both you and your child, so when there are little victories really focus on them and celebrate them. Don't feel like you are doing a bad job because your child had 3 accidents, feel proud because you helped them make it to the potty at least once that day. Your child poop on the floor? That sucks! But you taught them what the word 'potty' meant today and that is progress. Little victories mean a lot and celebrating/praising these is what will encourage both you and your child to keep going. 



6. Don't focus on how long it is taking 



This was a hard one for me. Like I said, I am a person of schedule, routine and organisation (or at least I try to be as this keeps me sane) so I tried to have a time line in my head as to how long potty training would take. Lucky for me Ella-Grace has seemed to catch on relatively quickly for the most part but what I have come to realise is that potty training is a long process. When I was researching different potty training methods there were so many 'clickbait' titles I would say such as 'potty train in 3 days' or 'how I potty trained my child in 1 week'. Not to say that these parents did not manage to do this but it just pre-set a feeling in my head that the potty training process must have a time line. Once researching even more though and gaining some more experience myself I realised that it is really a continuous process for months or even longer sometimes. Yes, Ella-Grace caught on quickly and after I would say about 2 weeks I could say yes she is potty trained through the day so 'technically' that was my time line but the potty training does not stop there. She may have an accident some time in the future when she is excited, upset or just forgets to tell me she needs to go. She may have accidents when in a new sitiuation or one she is not used to- for example she had not had an accident in a long time but then she went to stay with my Mum for one night and she had one accident the next day because it was someone else putting her on the potty. She may have accidents once the new baby is here, it is often that children regress in a big life change but she may not. Of course we still have the night training to come so that is a factor too. Or none of these things will happen and she will have no accidents again, who knows. Potty training is a process that goes on for a long time, it is a life change and they take a while to get a hang of so my best advice would be just to make it part of your lifestyle and your routine. Going on the potty is a routine for us, we have accepted it as part of our day and whatever this means for Ella-Grace and what she needs as support for potty training is what we will continue to do- no timeline. 

7. You will find your own method 


My BIGGEST tip by far is do not focus or try to follow to the T someone else's potty training method. Of course be as informed as you can if that helps you and through researching potty training methods you can try to follow one but be prepared to find your own method. No children are the same and they will all learn and grow in their own unique ways, so following another parents method that worked for their child may not work for yours. The way we potty trained Ella-Grace was not a magical method I found on any website, blog, book or you tube video, it was all different methods and what I liked from those methods all mashed together to make the perfect potty training method for my little one. You may go through lots of methods before finding the rhythm that works for you and most importantly your child, it just takes patience and time. Just remember you will only potty train your child once (even if it does take a long time) and they will get there! You are going to blink and they will be living their own adult life so try and enjoy this experience as much as it will drain you. Also for those parents who feel pressured to start potty training- please don't, you will know when your child is ready and when you are ready to take this leap. It is not a race and there is no right time to do it.

Thank you for reading...

Wow that was a long post! I don't know if that all made sense- like I said I am no expert or childcare professional- but I hope it helped someone out there who is embarking on the potty training journey with their child or thinking about it. I am so proud of how Ella-Grace has dealt with the big change that is potty training and although there has been hard times it has gone relatively smoothly (we still have to tackle the evening potty training however). This massive fear that I had of potty training was in the end irrational and as well as being proud of my wonderful daughter, I am also proud of myself as a mother who battles with anxiety for not having a total relapse/breakdown- a few mini breakdowns sure but overall my mental health has stayed afloat. I have Reece to thank for supporting me through that and of course playing his part in  the potty training experience. If you feel I have missed anything or you have any questions about my experience in potty training please feel free to message me or comment below and I will reply asap! As always thank you for reading and you will hear from me again very soon with a more blog posts. 

Stay Happy Everyone! :) <3



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