I will never regret giving my child pacifiers. I know there is a lot of controversy about them, but Adam and I are content about our decision to let them have one. At one point before we actually had babies we were kind of against the thought of it... but after reading several books and hearing advice from doctors, we knew it wasn't so bad. And if they had turned out to be thumb suckers, well, things would have been worse. We do, however, wish we had weaned them a little sooner- and maybe if there is a next time we will do that. But listen- Joselyn is going on 3 years old. And honestly, she is too "grown-up" for a pacifier. I hated seeing it in her mouth, but these things were like drugs to my children! And I knew weaning them would bring lots of withdrawals.
I had to prepare myself for weeks- and Joselyn too. And finally my mom (and lifesaver!!) told me about an idea to put them at the end of a balloon and watch them fly away. This was a great idea because I knew that both of my children would need to see some sort of evidence that they were going away forever. Hiding them wouldn't have worked because Joselyn knows you can just go get new ones at the store. So then I started prepping the kids. I told them over and over that in a few days we would be going to get some balloons and that were going to tie the pacifiers to the balloon and send them off to "heaven" for the other babies who needed them. Both of the kids would get really sad about it, especially Landen.
Then the day- today- came. Adam wondered if we were doing the right thing. It took some reassuring- I mean, this was going to be hard for us too.
On our way to get the balloons, Joselyn said "Mommy, I'm not going to cry" and then she would turn to Landen and say "Landen, don't be sad. I'll help you!" I was so overwhelmed at her sweet and brave little attitude going into this. I don't think you can go into something like this thinking it's not a big deal, because it really really is. I let the kids each pick out 5 balloons. I was going to let them keep one and tie each paci onto 4 balloons.
Adam had stayed home to work, so he joined us in the "ceremony". During the prep, 4 of the balloons got loose, hit our ceiling and popped (the ceiling has those designs on it with kind of sharp peaks from the paint) So we only ended up having 2 balloons each for the pacis which thank goodness turned out to be enough. We told the kids to say good-bye to their pacis, and Landen started crying. It was going to be painful.
We went into the back yard and first we let go of Joselyn's paci. She didn't cry.
We let Landen's go as he screamed and begged for his "bah-bpee" back. (that's what he called his paci) It broke my heart and even I had to fight back tears. (the picture might break your heart too!)
Adam and I comforted both of the kids when it was done and tried to take their minds off of all of it. It was a beautiful day so I took them to the park and let them play. They suddenly seemed more mature... maybe it's because I hadn't taken them to the park all summer with it being so hot, but all of the sudden they were going down the slides by themselves (which they were too chicken to do before) and climbing up challenging play equipment. I have to say I was pretty proud of them.
The hardest part was not over yet though. I knew Nap time was going to be a BIG challenge and that there would be a lot of crying. I think both kids tried to tell themselves they would be ok, because they didn't really cry the first few minutes. But then after a little bit there was a chorus of back and forth crying for the next 30 minutes or so. I would take turns going into each room, comforting them and singing them songs.
Joselyn begged for her paci. She knew which one we had let go and knew there had to be more around the house so she started asking for her "pink paci" and her "bug paci" and her "flower one" etc. I had to tell her they were ALL gone and that I knew she would be brave and could go to sleep without one. She was the first to finally give in and go to sleep after some crying. Landen was a little more difficult. As long as I was next to him, he didn't cry. But as soon as I left the room he would cry his little heart out. I finally had to stand by Landen's crib and sing him 5 songs before his eyes finally started getting heavy and he fell asleep.
WE. DID. IT.
There was a big sense of accomplishment as I finally closed Landen's bedroom door. I felt a little sad knowing that part of their baby-hood was now behind me... and that they really were growing up way too fast. Yes, it was so so sad. But look at who they are becoming... very sweet, thoughtful and brave little children. I am so happy with who they are becoming. So proud of them.
I know there will probably be more crying tonight- maybe the rest of the week. But I think the hardest part is really over. I am looking forward to all the things in their lives that they will continue to do as they grow up- the hard things that they will triumph over and the difficult things they will overcome. It's so hard to watch your child go through these difficult things- but when you see how strong they really are as little people, it makes you appreciate them so much and really makes you realize that you are doing an ok job as a parent!