Every parent has the lines they draw and the battles they pick. I was done with the frikkin binky. I swore to myself before kids that MY kid would not use one. Then I said it would only be a year. Then it was two. We are almost three and a half and I am DONE. I hatched a plan in my head to make the binky go away.
I knew it would be rough, even though we’ve been talking about it for a long time. We even built up the conversations to coincide with giving it to our dear friend’s new baby who needed it more than she did. She would even discuss the giving of the binky to the baby on her own.
I won’t incriminate myself on the details of how the plan played out. Rest assured, it would SECURE my place as Next Mommy of the Year. We will just say that it was “rough”. But – I dug myself into this hole – I can’t just leave it – right?
Finally – day two, still a bit rough, but not nearly as horrible as day one (it was kind of like a crack head going through withdrawals). We are now on day three and I am seriously considering giving the binky back to her.
WHY ON EARTH would a person do that, you ask? It is simple. She sleeps with the binky. I had the kid other parent’s envied. We would go get ready for bed, read a story, lay her down and off to sleep she would go. No muss, no fuss. It was GREAT!
Day one I didn’t expect an easy bed time. And I didn’t get one.
Day two – hmm – still not good. This time there was only small debates about the binky, but mainly she found every reason under the sun to stay awake.
Day three – she will NOT go to bed. I don’t know what to do with this kind of kid. Kiddo was the dream kid who gave no training on how to get other kids to go to bed. Now she is one of the kids who won’t go to bed. And – the worst part – she wakes up every few hours at night – to talk to us, to cry because she wants us to come to her, for many reasons – none of which involve Mommy and Daddy sleeping.
In my sleepy stooper, I think to myself “so what if she has a binky?? If it means she will be my little angel at night, she can have the damned thing until she goes to college for all I care.”
My fingers are crossed for day four, she has slept for 2 hours as of the writing of this entry… don’t judge me if my kid has a binky on her wedding day. It was worth it to me. Oh, and by the way – parents of kids who have binky’s I am sorry I judged you. I have learned my lesson. Again.