The Saturday after my boys had been in Idaho for 4 days, my mom informed me that Rowan hadn't had his paci almost the entire time he'd been up there. Marshall has tried on a few occasions to get me on the bandwagon to get Rowan off his pacifier, and I didn't want to join in. Rowan's paci and a chunk of hair to hold has always been his way to calm himself.
Because he hadn't had it that long, I finally decided that I was ready. Doesn't that just sound ridiculous? I had to be ready? Row's turning 3 in January, and our pediatric dentist suggested that it be gone by then. The first night wasn't bad. The boys were so tired from going all week, that they both went to bed without a fight.
The next day at church was a different story. Rowan would thrash and scream, I think Marshall had to take him out 5-6 different times to give him a "pep talk." Throughout the next few days, he started really resisting naps, bedtime, moping, crying, and looking at me with those big hazel eyes and asking for "ma paaaci." There were a few times that I almost broke down and gave it to him. He's gotten better for Marshall in going to bed and down to naps, but not for me. Some days I feel so frustrated, one of those days being today. He is SO tired, but fights, cries and screams when I try to put him down. I finally gave in today, and just put a movie on. I obviously needed a few minutes to regroup, and that's why I sit here.....typing about a paci.
I've come to conclusion that if he wants to nap, he will. I'm tired of fighting him, and miss how he used to go down so well with his paci. I've worked the past 4 nights, and Marsh says he's doing really well at bedtime. I think Rowan just knows his mom is a pushover, so he pushes the boundaries with me. I'll admit it, I am a pushover. I'm probably not going to change this way as a parent, it's just who I am. Guess I'll leave bedtimes up to Marshall. :) PS - for those that know Rowan and his hair fetish, it is no more. It was attached with the paci, and it's gone now too. Makes me the tiniest bit sad.