Apparently I am not strong enough yet.
I made a great effort though, and found something that worked well for us – it’s only that I gave in one night when I was exceptionally tired and Emma was crying pitifully because she wanted her “paci”. It was sad. I was tired. Need I say more?
My valiant attempt involved rubbing a clove of garlic on the tip of the pacifier. This was during the day. She put the pacifier in her mouth and immediately took it back out and stuck her tongue out. Ewwww! Then she walked away.
Later that night I did the same thing at bedtime and she reacted the same way. There were a few extra tears, but she went to sleep finally. I put the yucky pacifier on the changing table that is attached to her crib and left the room. I was so happy – there was not a peep all night!
I awakened in the morning feeling I had conquered the world – our first night without the paci! So what do I do? Walk into the nursery to get Emma and start our morning routine… and the pacifier is in her mouth. What was I thinking to leave the pacifier so close? And when did she brave the garlicky taste and pop that paci in her mouth – immediately after I left the room the night before or that morning? I’ll never know if she actually spent the night without the pacifier.
The next day I started again with the garlicky taste. That night, I gave in. I think I was feeling defeated when I found her with the pacifier in her mouth that morning, though.
Maybe next time I’ll try cutting the tip off. That way there can be no giving in (on my part). We are on our last pacifier. I have no idea where the rest are (there must be 10 or so hiding around the house!) and I have no desire whatsoever to put one more dollar into pacifiers.
Being a mom requires strength, let me tell you!