
NOTE: I write this without ANY judgment for kids that keep pacifiers for years past Emma's age. Unfortunately, as a child, I had horrendous orthodontic experiences (braces twice, including on my baby teeth, etc) and a speech impediment (requiring almost a year of speech therapy). As Emma's teeth SLOWLY come in, I have begun to realize Emma's mouth is shaped very similarly. These facts mostly fueled our decision to cut the cord this early...
Memorial Day was well memorialized around here. After a fun day of Jason being home, Emma said good-bye to her beloved passy. I had been thinking for several weeks that we really needed an "exit" plan, but just hadn't been brave enough to weather the storm. Instead of meticulously planning a particular day and ensuring all conditions were as favorable as possible, we opted (spur of the moment) to deliver the crushing blow before bed last Monday night. And truth be told, since it was a holiday and Jason was home, I knew we could present a united front--otherwise I might have caved! As we told Emma that she was a big girl now, we handed her a blankie (or her "big girl blankie"). So, yes, I've substituted one comfort item for another--sigh. I'll probably be prying this blankie from her hands the morning she goes off to Kindergarden (Or, the day before she gets married--if Shannie has anything to say about it!)
I'm sure that there are so many problems with our "approach," but so far the Eminator is doing so well. It did take me about 30 minutes to calm her down that first night after Jason and I both told her it was ok since she was a Big Girl now. Nevertheless, she frantically searched for her passy while sobbing. Truly heartbreaking. After SEVERAL verses of Jesus Loves Me, she eventually calmed down. The cries momentarily reappeared when I laid her down, but soon vanished, replaced by peaceful sleep.
The next afternoon I mentally prepared to relive it (sans Jason) all over again. We started to rock and she searched around a bit, but I quickly handed her the blankie and it didn't seem so terrible. It's been a whole week now, and I think she has finally gotten it!
So, as I reflect on our approach, I think how traumatic it must have been for Emma! I hadn't prepared her at all for what was going to happen. Thank goodness the Lord fills those holes we leave as parents, right?