On Wednesday I decided it was finally time to take away my favorite boys pacifier. I have been wanting to do it for a while and apparently this day I figured I had enough will power and wouldn’t let that adorable and sad face sway me. Overall he has done ok, though I am certain I am still not his favorite Mama. Broke my heart all day to see him so sad. He didn’t scream and fight, he just whined and looked at me as to say “really?, they are all gone?”. He would shake his head no and say “pug” over and over. It was pitiful. He didn’t nap all day and had been up every two hours the night before, which is why I knew it was time to be done with it. He was mostly a wreck by bedtime.
The exhausted little boy finally fell asleep and was only up a couple of times through the night. In time I figure he’ll forget all about those dumb ‘ol pacifiers.
Hopefully he won’t be mad at me forever.