Seriously, this has been a big issue for us for the past year. I told myself that at 2 I would take Emma’s pacifier away and her birthday came – and I wimped out. She was only 2, right? Still a baby…
Another defense is that I got pregnant again that same month and was so sick the last thing on my mind was the pacifier.
Over the last couple of years, there have been different degrees of Emma’s obsession with the pacifier. For awhile she left it in her crib and only wanted it at night. Then the baby came and she decided she needed it every moment of every day. I look back now and realize there were perfect times to make the pacifiers disappear. But I didn’t.
And we would be over this by now if my dear darling husband hadn’t gone out shopping with Emma once and come home with two more packs of pacifiers. He is SUCH a pushover when it comes to Emma, and she didn’t even talk that much back then! Wait until she realizes all she has to do is bat her eyelashes and say, “Please daddy?”. I shudder to think.
Anyway, now Emma is almost 3 and I’ve been telling myself that I have to wean her before her birthday which is in two months (May). But, due to my wishy washyness about Emma’s tears and earthquake-inducing wails, I decided I needed my husband’s help and support with this. Together we can do anything, right?
After all, we CREATED this child with a pacifier obsession!
So about a week ago we had a conversation that went like this:
Me: So… I’m thinking that we need to wean Emma off of the pacifier.
Me: (Incredulous) Well, aren’t you tired of looking for the pacifier all the time? I am! Oh, I guess it’s me who is having to get up in the middle of the night and look for it it under the crib and search for it before bedtime and naptime. I’m really tired of it and she doesn’t need it anymore.
John: But she’s not even three yet!
Me: She’s three in two months!
Me: Fine, we’ll wait two more months, but that’s all.
Well, yesterday something happened that I wasn’t expecting. Emma is on her LAST pacifier (Where do those things GO? Seriously they’re all over our house but we can’t find ONE.) and the night before last she bit a hole in it. She fussed a bit (“It’s broken!“) then stuck it in her mouth and went to sleep.
Last night she bit the end off completely.
And oh the crying and gnashing of teeth. We put her to bed and she wouldn’t sleep, cried for about 10 minutes. Then John and I both went into the room and when she told us with tears in her eyes and a tremulous voice (oh so sad!) that her pacifier was broken again, we told her we couldn’t fix it. Then we tucked her in, told her to hug her glow seahorse tight, kissed her goodnight, and left the room.
And guess what? She slept all night!
This whole time I’ve been dreading the pacifier weaning process, thinking I’d be up with her throughout the night and dealing with a lot of crying.
I’m SO glad! Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure there will be some annoyance today when she realizes she can’t have her pacifier. But we’re on the way to success! YAY!
Now I just have THIS little guy to deal with.