You would’ve been hard pressed, ’til about 3 days ago, to find any pictures of our sweet boy with no pacifier in his mouth. And when the pediatrician asked at his 15 month Wellness Visit last week whether we had cut the cord (or pacifier clip), hubby and I bashfully just nodded our little fibs of “yes”, because it felt less like a lie that way, I guess. Tehnically, we were considering the process of weaning him off of the paci, but honestly? It was right over in the corner…in the side pocket of little man’s baby bag. Yikes!
Another major takeaway from that appointment was “no more bottles”. Okay, sippy cups only. Got it. That task, we’d actually started months ago. We just didn’t realize that we were supposed to eliminate the bottle altogether by this point. Can you tell that we’re first-time parents?
Had it not been for the giant molars sprouting in the back of his jaws, I’m more than positive that we would’ve been told “no more co-sleeping,” but I digress.
So we resolved after that appointment–no more bottles, no more pacifier. Ha!
Call us bird-brained or softies, but we quickly realized that it was just too much, too soon. We cold-turkey quit/hid all of the paci’s. He didn’t seem to notice or mind. I was shocked in that regard, because in my head I’d already prepped for WWIII. For a baby who absolutely hated that thing as a newborn, he sure did find an attachment to it later on through infancy and just beyond to toddlerhood.
Okay, so paci (check!). He didn’t look for it and it wasn’t TOO much of a struggle to get him to nap without it…
I’ll come back to that one.
We cleaned and stored all of his bottles. Tried giving this child (almond) milk in a cup–he had one sip and then looked at us like we were psychos. Then he put the cup down and walked away. We tried again at a later time, and he looked at cup like it was psycho. One more shot? Yep, milk all over the floor.
I think it’s safe to say that little man only enjoys the finer things in life, such as juices, inside of sippy cups. We couldn’t, so we decided to have one bottle a day. Just one. That’s weaning right? We couldn’t do the no bottle, teething, no paci thing. Too much too soon.
All seemed to be well, until night time. Ah. Getting little man to bed used to be so simple. We completely took it for granted. Bath. Bottle. Paci. Out. If he woke up crying–the pacifier solved it all.
Bah humbug. No need to bore you with the details. Let’s just say–sleep regression-MAJOR. It’s like having a newborn again. Thankfully hubby is a “rock-a-bye-baby” pro, and within a few minutes we’ll have him back to sleep. But oh my gosh. Last night was the worst. Seriously considered just digging up the Soothie (pacifier) and giving it back to him. We prevailed over that temptation, but at the cost of so much lost sleep. Needless to say, we “slept in” as long as possible, and of course I woke up with a headache.
Hoping and praying that “this too shall pass.”
Pacifier addiction is real, y’all.