How not to parent - an occasional series
Small boy has a bladder issue - he has a bladder and it's an issue. We *think* that he doesn't want to stop whatever it is he's doing so he doesn't, he wets himself. We are beginning to really lose it with him - we've tried rewards for remembering, we've tried explaining he smells, we've tried all the things Elizabeth Pantley would lynch us for. No dice. He can have a good week and then he can wet himself three times in one day. He also seems to do it deliberately sometimes, just to wind us up (but that might be the frustration talking).
The day husband nearly belted small boy at school - note please that neither of us has ever hit him - I decided a change of tack was necessary.
What if, I said, it's a medical issue? Before we really do come to blows over this we should at least get him checked out. Husband made the appointment, but all of us went.
I went in first. Doctor, we need a sanity check. We have three issues with small boy that are almost certainly behavioural, but might just be physiological. I explained the daytime 'accidents' (he's dry overnight); the stomach cramps at dinnertime; the concern we have that his hearing is not as sharp as it should be. Small boy and husband joined us.
Doctor examined small boy. Asked him what his favourite food was, this is Easter Sunday, small boy said..."chocolate"
Ah, but what's your favourite dinner?
"Carrots!" (I win a billion mother points, the doctor's expression changes)
Small boy is booked in for a few tests. First up, urine sample. Husband takes small boy to pathology on Monday to get a sample pot/provide a sample. Nurse gives pot to small boy and asked him to go. She then gave him the option of taking the bottle home to do it, he quickly took that option.
Walking out of the doctor's surgery he turned to husband and quietly said: "I didn't think [I]that[/I] was very appropriate."
There have been no accidents this week.