I hate sleeping in the wet spot.  So I’m doing a lot of laundry.

About a month ago we bought Eryn a potty. We’re not actually potty training, we’re just getting her used to the idea. When she was newly born Hubby and I discussed cloth diapers and in my searches for diaper service in my area, I came across the concept of Elimination Communication.

I didn’t look too much into it, and still don’t know a lot about EC — but suffice it to say that it’s the ability to read your baby’s cues to know when they’re about to relive themselves, and getting them to an appropriate place for them to do so.  I figured that I already know how to read her tired, hungry and bored cues — why not give “EC lite” a try.

Eryn loves her potty.  I put her on after every meal just to see if she’ll go pee-pee or I’ll try to catch a poopy when she gets that glazed look in her eye.  She just loves it when I sing “Peanut butter, potty time” (which replaced her first favourite, “peanut butter, tummy time”).  I’ll also sign “potty” for her and when I ask her if she’s done with the potty, she’ll sign “all done” and put out her arms to be lifted up.  It’s so funny watching her take a good look in between her legs and get all excited when she actually goes.  And of course we’re lavinshing praise on her when she does, and just simply being matter-of-fact when she doesn’t. “Did you go pee-pee? No? Okay, let’s put on your diaper.”

But we’re certainly not batting 100.

She’s started enjoying watching herself go pee, and will point to her diaper when she’s going. I’ll nod emphatically, “yes! You’re going pee-pee in your diaper” and she’ll clap enthusiastically. But what Eryn really loves, is when she’s running around naked after a bath, she’ll escape from her towel, sit on my bedspread and relieve herself. Watching, patting and smiling the entire time.

I’ve started putting her back on the potty and simply explaining that pee-pee happens in her diaper or on the potty, and not making a fuss over it. Today though wondered for about 5 seconds if she was doing it maliciously. That we’ve introduced the potty too early and she’s lashing out.

And then I noticed how proud she was of her wet spot.  I’m guessing she thinks of it as artwork.  A visual representation of her own special creativity.  And as soon as Eryn is done admiring her work, I pull out the hairdryer and make it all go away (yes, I change the sheets. But you know, not right away. Who has time for that? But I do have to save the mattress).

Once she starts walking and preempting her bodily functions with an announcement, we’ll become more involved with the potty.

Does anyone have experience with EC? What’s worked for you in terms of gentle potty training?  Any reading recommendations?

(okay, full disclosure: That’s actually a wet hair spot. I didn’t rub her down before unceremoniously plopping her on the bed. But it made such an apt photo, so I had to take it.)


Breastfeeding can be hard work.  At the beginning it’s the struggle with proper latch (and all of the hurtful problems that come with incorrect latches), supply and demand, plugged ducts, mastitis, thrush, nipple shields, nipple confusion, tongue tie, GERD, food-related colic, “failure to thrive”, learning your pump, learning to read your baby, and possibly dealing with negative comments from family: “you done yet?” “put it in a bottle so I can feed baby” “you could do more and go out more if baby were on formula.”

Then somewhere around the 6-8 week mark (barring any other issues), baby suddenly becomes a champion feeder (I suppose most babies are good eaters. But I’ve heard that this magical age turns them into GREAT eaters), and it’s pretty much smooth sailing until the teeth come in.  If the nursing mom hasn’t done so already, this is the perfect time to get baby used to feeding outside.  But some (like myself) don’t quite know where to start. What to wear? Where to go? In a sling? What if I have performance anxiety? What if people stare? Can i still dress modestly?

It takes practice to latch baby and feed discretely in public, but it’s also about your own comfort level.


As you may know, I’ve been wearing hijab for 10 years now. So what I was going to wear, and who I wanted to interact with during Eryn’s delivery was a bid deal.  Little did I know we really wouldn’t have time to worry about that.

This is a post about Eryn and how she came into this world.