It took 7 different brands of pacifiers before Irelyn finally found one she liked when she was 2 weeks old. Since Zach was deployed when she was born and I was raising two kids on my own, her colic and the need to suck on my finger all night would have made me crazy if I hadn’t found a pacifier she’d tolerate.
This was her first paci.
Now she’s 2 and it’s starting to affect her teeth and I’m realizing I REALLY should have taken it away at least a year ago.
So, that precious sleeping baby turned into a terrifying, screaming monster when we decided it was past time to give up the paci. I had a brilliant idea of taking her to the store, letting her pick out a toy, and paying for that toy with her pacifier. It kind of worked. She picked out a Dora doll, sat her pacifier on the register, nervously said “…bye paci…” and we walked out the door. (Obviously, I grabbed it after she looked away – I’m not completely crazy.)
I also chose that same night to move her from her crib to her toddler bed. Needless to say, it was a pretty traumatic bedtime. She didn’t realize she was missing something til I had turned off her light and shut her door. She screamed, cried, coughed, gagged, and almost threw up. That’s where I drew the line – I can’t handle puke and Zach works 3rd shift. Side note: 5 days later and she hasn’t climbed out of her bed once, she lazily calls for me when she wakes up so I can carry her downstairs.
After that night I decided she could have it only to sleep. It hasn’t left her room in almost 5 days now and I’ve slowly been cutting the tip off of it. She tells everyone, “Paci broke. Dr fix it?”.