We were dry (pacifier dry) in this house for all of one (1) day.
The mutilated binky was lost, right before bedtime (wouldn’t you know it..) and we hunted, we really did. But being the foolish woman that I am, thought that the “cold turkey” method would be the best way to go. Cut those apron strings, you know? That event was followed by one really crappy night’s sleep (if I can even consider it sleep) and a naptime involving the re-birth of finger-sucking, to get one of these puppies out of hiding.
I hid them in my underwear drawer.
And those nylons, underneath, have been sitting in that package, in that spot since I bought them about 4 years ago.
I hate nylons. (And that would be random fact #476 about me..)
I thought this was the safest place in the house for one to go about hiding the most loved item by one particular resident of this house.. that is until the 5 year old obsessed with all things chestly had to go looking.
“Look Pey!!! Binkies!”
She was so proud of her discovery.
I gave her a look that isn’t good for a mother to give her child, and that prevented her from taking one out to further prove her discovery, so Peyton probably still assumes that Ashley was teasing her, as usual. Why would anyone hide binkies in a drawer that also houses those other things anyway?
It isn’t that we don’t want her to have it, we just love hearing her sweet voice and all the new words she picks up daily, and we also rather enjoy her smile. The plastic and silicone get in the way too much.
And don’t get me started on taking pictures with that thing around.
All was going well, until she lost THE ONE, the one that I snipped, the one that it was okay for her to have, and I was not wanting to let her in on the truth that the rest were still located on the premise.
So we went dry. For that one horrendous night.
I considered sticking to my guns, and continuing on the cold turkey route, but then this happened yesterday:
She picked up the habit after 7 months of not doing it like it was second nature.
These were the days BC (before cast)..
She spent most of her down time with these in her face, the other hand busy twirling her hair.. we knew when she was tired this way!
Then that bittersweet day when she broke her arm..
It was a blessing in disguise.
But the comforting mother stepped in and had to screw it all up.
I shoved a binky in her mouth to give her the comfort she desired without being able to get those two beloved fingers up to her mouth. And those left ones weren’t doing the job.. for once in her life, she gladly accepted a binky.
I should have just left well enough alone.
After discussing the resurgence of digit devouring with the man who will one day have to spring for all orthodontics to repair the mouth that seems to never forget, we decided it was best to welcome binky back…
But only for bedtime and the occasional naptime, hoping that all other times she will forget her fingers, pining away for the quality time she will get to spend with Nuk.
And trying to still get her to give it up, I mutilated a new one.
Then found the first one, in the laundry basket.
This morning, after we had both woken happily, she greeted me with a pacifier muffled, ”Hi mom!” and all I had to say was, “That binky needs to be put away until nap time..” and she handed it over with a cheerful “Okay!”
But hey, I am looking forward to another great night’s sleep. Last night was splendid.