We had our first car-boot-potty-experience last week! It was such fun! I was taking Joshi to the beach and as soon as I’d parked the car I looked back at him and clocked that “I really need a number 2 mum” look on his face! I did a little dance in a my head, similar to the live one I do at home when I need to come up with a spontaneous plan of action, fast. I didn’t want to take him in the bush right next to where we were parked because the other side of the bush was the very busy playground and I don’t think the other parents and kids would’ve been too charmed. And I couldn’t let him do it on the road by the car like I do with wee’s, because some innocent, unsuspecting person might step in it! Oooo. Then I remembered I had a potty in the boot! Yay! (I’ve not used it before when we’ve been out because there’s been no need to. You don’t need a potty for wees. Well, you might, but we haven’t. And number 2’s pretty much always happen first thing in the morning on the potty at home. But today there’d been a slight elimination delay).
I leapt out the car, opened the boot, got Joshi out the car seat and there we sat, in the boot of the car, while he did the needful (an expression I picked up in India). It felt like a real triumph, catching that one. Even though it’s been a few months since we missing catching a number 2, it still brings a sense of triumph every time we do. I guess that triumph is partly because I’ve managed to respond to his need in that moment and partly because it means I don’t have to clean a pooey cloth nappy! Because we catch them all, I’ve got very used to not having to clean pooey cloth nappies. And I’m very grateful for that. Very. I think my attitude to cloth nappies would be quite different if we weren’t practicing elimination communication (EC). I’d not be too pleased with having to scrape and soak. I think scraping and soaking is easier and less unpleasant when they’re only on breast milk, but as the intake of solids increases so does the output. Not forgetting too, that the consistency of what comes out is directly proportionate to the consistency of what goes in. Also, when babies are solely breastfed their poo is rather sweet-smelling and pretty much non offensive. (Honestly). But when they start eating solids, hmmm, well … that smell is not as sweet.
I then put Joshi in the ergo baby carrier and we walked to the toilets to empty the potty. It’s not often you see mammas with a baby and a potty walking around in public. (I do know of one on the Gold Coast though, who inspired us to giving ECing a go). It felt a little strange and quite conspicuous, I must admit, but immensely satisfying. Thanks Kate.