Okay...I firmly believe that who ever invented the pacifier worked for the Devil himself. Last night was night one of operation 'Paci Free'
First of all, he walked around the house calling it...which we taught him to do when we would loose one. He walks around wailing......
.......paaaci........paaaci........paaaci.........
Looking under chairs, under the table, in his dresser drawers. It was pitiful to say the least. Okay, who am I kidding...at first it was funny and cute, then the pitifulness kicked in, and then...
{enter crabby patty}
For a straight hour I rocked my child and even had to restrain him a few times to keep him from scratching his face off. He screamed at the top of his lungs until he was literally sick. He started gagging, then it was on....I was determined to stick it out, be a responsible parent, do the right thing. I felt like I was hanging off the side of a bridge...hanging on only by my pinkie fingernail...teetering back and forth...swaying with every breeze.
After about an hour and a half I gave in. I was crying too at this point. The look on his face was pure panic and it broke my heart.
We will be modifying the plan, and only be having a paci at bedtime, just for now.
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