As a part of Braden’s bedtime routine, we cuddle him in his rocking chair for about 15 minutes while a lullabye CD plays.
For the past week, he has taken to removing his Paci (aka The Evil One) and flinging it across the room during that cuddle time. This is a significant pain in the ass, because it requires us to forage for the damn thing in the dark and give it back to him. Another fine trick he enjoys is throwing it across the room from his crib after he has been put to bed and then screaming for it. It’s like Parental Unit Remote Control.
On Wednesday night, after having been told several times not to do that, he executed the Paci Throw during cuddle time again. I said, “No more Paci! Bye-bye, Paci!” and made the decision that I was going to take his hint, and leave the Paci on the floor. I figured, this would be the beginning of the all important Paci Wean… or at least teach him a hard lesson for one night. (When Momma says don’t do something? Don’t do it, ya little Punk!)
He fidgeted a lot, and made lots of sucking sounds. He cried when I put him in his crib and left the room. I braced myself for Armaggedon. He complained a little bit and then he went to sleep. SCORE.
He woke up in the middle of the night, crying. I feared the worst. I envisioned hours of consolation and finally succumbing to Paci Return. I entered the room, turned on his lullabyes, and patted his back. He went back to sleep. DOUBLE SCORE.
Thursday afternoon… successful nap without Paci! OMG, WE’RE DOING IT!
Then Thursday evening… upstairs AC died. Just below 90 degrees upstairs. All hell broke loose. He was hot, he was crying, he could.not.sleep. Long story short? The Evil One had to be administered.
Friday afternoon – nap without Paci attempted. OH, THE TRIBULATION. After holding him for over 30 minutes and trying to soothe him while he cried so hard that he made snot bubbles and started choking, I gave the damn thing to him again. He fell right asleep. I spoke curses unto all Pacis everywhere.
As I write this, he is trying to fall asleep on Friday night without the Paci.
He has been crying for almost an hour. I have distinctly heard, “Mammaaa” amidst the wails more than once. Can you hear that tearing sound? That’s my heart ripping in two.
He is beginning to sound frantic.
And I am torn. Do I let him get past this hump and fall asleep, enduring the pain of separation and anxiety that he is clearly feeling? Or do I go in there right now and end his suffering by giving him his beloved comfort item?
I am pretty darn tough about a lot of things, but I am not made of stone, people.
That child finds the maleable part of my heart without effort and bends it to his will.
Now I’m going in there. I’m either going to give him his Paci, comfort him to sleep, or fling him out the window. I am really not sure which.
I held out for 15 more minutes, b/c his wails were decreasing in intensity.
*strips naked and runs around the room laughing, madly… but QUIETLY*
LOTUS: 4, PACI: 2