Potty Training

Today was the day. I decided I was going to potty train Lincoln. I'd read articles, researched methods and even bought a little toilet. The time had come for the diapers to disappear.
This morning I woke up and gave Lincoln a bath and after he was all dry I put a shirt on him and left his bottom half naked. Then I waited for him to pee so I could put him on the toilet. After an hour we watched his favorite movie "Toy Story 3" and every few minutes I would sign "potty" and ask if he needed to go potty.
"NO!" was always his response and so I continued to wait.
After another hour I heard a trickle and I threw him on the toilet while I sweetly said "Pee goes in the toilet". He was petrified and stopped peeing immediately. So I let him off the toilet and he began peeing on the floor! So I grabbed him again "Pee goes in the toilet". He looked at me and said "No, ouchy". I let him off and he started playing with his cars. After a few minutes I figured he had gotten it out of his system so I relaxed and started folding laundry.
Eventually, he walked down the hall. I figured he would be fine on his own and I would check on him while I put the laundry away. Minutes later I hear him screaming and crying frantically. I knew he was hurt by the sound of his cry and I ran to my bedroom. He was standing in the closet crying and pointing at what was unmistakeably poop while screaming, "Ouchy! Ouchy!"
"Are you hurt?" I asked searching his body frantically for scrapes or cuts or any kind of injury. This seemed to make him angrier and his cries become louder. I picked him up and took him out of the room and tried to calm him down. I can't figure out why he is crying so much.
"Mom doesn't know what is wrong! Use your words!" I wipe him up, I get his blanket, his sippy cup, his ball, his truck, marshmallows and crackers. Nothing can get him to stop crying and so I resort to my only coping skill, I start crying. Together we sit on the floor bawling while he continually screams. "I'm the worst mom ever!" I cry while trying to pick up his kicking body. After a half hour I figure a nap will do us both some good and I stick a diaper on him. That's when he stopped crying.
"You wanted your diaper?" I ask half shocked and half relieved, then I start laughing.
After that he was as happy as he ever was. I cleaned up the mess in the closet and made lunch. Before sitting him in his chair I asked if he wanted to go potty in the toilet and he started crying. He pointed at the toilet and cried "Ouchy". That's when I grabbed that stupid toilet and threw it in the garage. I never want to see it again and I don't care if my child is in diapers until he is ten.