I was quite dreading toilet training the twins way back in June when I hadn’t started but thought I should. I hadn’t a clue how to go about it and even more worrisome was the fact that every new article I read about it warned of timeframes stretching from 3 months to a year and beyond!
And now, looking back, I can’t believe it was so easy. One week they were refusing to use their little floor-level potties, the next week they were running for the high toilet seat as though they’d been doing that since forever. Altogether, it took less than six weeks to get to a state of relative stability and predictability. And the worst was over in two to three weeks.
Now it’s still ten days short of two months, and I’d say that the twins are pretty much “house trained”. Accidents are down to fewer than one in two days (between the two of them) and false alarms are about one or two per head per day, down from about 30. The total number of toilet calls has reduced, and they even go dry an hour or more at times. The last nut to crack was Tara’s potty, which tended to land everywhere but in the toilet, but she seems to have got a handle on that in the last few days.
I can’t believe how quickly it has all settled down. I still clearly recall the tension and stress of those first few days, when absolutely everything in the house was liable to be peed on (if not worse). It was really tough keeping any eye on both of them, running behind them when I thought they wanted to go, trying to coax them to use their little potties. Then there was the phase when they would run to the bathroom but go standing up in the shower stall, resulting in a trail of pee down their legs. Ugh.
But it all turned around so quickly and easily after I got them the toilet seat for the adult toilet. Even the significant dislocation of our ten-day trip to Delhi and Chandigarh, and the subsequent bout of diarrhoea did not make much of a dent in their desire or ability to use the toilet. All I can say is: Hallelujah!
A few challenges are left. Because they can’t hold on for very long, we still can’t risk taking them out without diapers. Also, they haven’t taken to wearing underwear yet – I hope they get that idea before they go to school, but right now it doesn’t worry me much. And finally, they still can’t go to the bathroom on their own – they need me for moral, emotional, physical, and logistical support. But, well… given how cooperative they’ve been in this whole process, I’m not complaining.