Over Thanksgiving weekend Bridgette turned 18 months old. It was time to kick the binkie habit.
Per pediatrician recommendation, we cut off the end of Bridgette's binkie. As we read her a bedtime book, Fancy Nancy's Spendiforous Christmas, we handed the "broken" binkie to her.
"Uh oh," she commented, pointing her finger at the now-flat end. "It's broken," we explained. She kept trying to put it in her mouth anyway, but the darn thing just wouldn't stay in without a bulbous tip for her teeth to grip. She didn't get upset - not then - and we thought she was so cute about it.
BUT - the minute we actually put her in her crib, she cried and cried, abnormally so. Finally, Kevin and I determined we couldn't bear her distress anymore. We were going to cave - try again in January. It took us several minutes to locate a good binkie. Then we ran to her door, fighting over who would get to "rescue" her and be the hero. Just then - literally within arms reach of her door - she got quiet. And we walked away smiling, patting ourselves on the back.
Sadly, the congratulations occurred too soon. The next day, Bridgette would NOT take a nap. Her Grandma and I both tried at different times to put her down to no avail. By night time, she was utterly exhausted and not particularly cheerful.
Kevin and I strategized and took her to the mall to run around. When it was time to go home, we changed her into her PJ's, tucked a blanket around her in her carseat, and took a very long detour home. She passed out, and fortunately slept through the night.
We'll keep you posted on this transition. But it is now the second night we've resorted to driving Bridgette to sleep - and I'm not convinced that a car is a practical substitute for a plastic device that can fit in your pocket.
Per pediatrician recommendation, we cut off the end of Bridgette's binkie. As we read her a bedtime book, Fancy Nancy's Spendiforous Christmas, we handed the "broken" binkie to her.
"Uh oh," she commented, pointing her finger at the now-flat end. "It's broken," we explained. She kept trying to put it in her mouth anyway, but the darn thing just wouldn't stay in without a bulbous tip for her teeth to grip. She didn't get upset - not then - and we thought she was so cute about it.
BUT - the minute we actually put her in her crib, she cried and cried, abnormally so. Finally, Kevin and I determined we couldn't bear her distress anymore. We were going to cave - try again in January. It took us several minutes to locate a good binkie. Then we ran to her door, fighting over who would get to "rescue" her and be the hero. Just then - literally within arms reach of her door - she got quiet. And we walked away smiling, patting ourselves on the back.
Sadly, the congratulations occurred too soon. The next day, Bridgette would NOT take a nap. Her Grandma and I both tried at different times to put her down to no avail. By night time, she was utterly exhausted and not particularly cheerful.
Kevin and I strategized and took her to the mall to run around. When it was time to go home, we changed her into her PJ's, tucked a blanket around her in her carseat, and took a very long detour home. She passed out, and fortunately slept through the night.
We'll keep you posted on this transition. But it is now the second night we've resorted to driving Bridgette to sleep - and I'm not convinced that a car is a practical substitute for a plastic device that can fit in your pocket.
2 comments:
That is so funny! The things you never think of until you're a parent. I heard that my mom took quite a few detours with us kids too, so you're in good company! Love you guys.
PS-Sometimes Ayden will give a look or make a face and Logan and I look at each other and say 'that looked just like Bridgette!' It's so crazy! They must be related.
LOL, I know exactly what you are talking about, my wife and I had
faternal boy/girl twins, and
they both had binky withdawls =)
More my son than my daughter,
so then to compesate for the
binky situation, it was arms
pointed upwards accompanied with
an assertive " Up ?!?! "
Hand in there.
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