Here I am at 22 weeks. If you'd like to sport a shirt like mine, visit this family. They're really cool and they are adopting two more children from Ethiopia.On Wednesday night, I put Silas to bed with no pacifier. I don't know what came over me except it's time and I've been meaning to start...once we move, once Marshall leaves, once we get settled, once....you get the idea.
It's going well. That first night I even offered to him when he was fussing, but he pushed it away. He wanted me to rock him, but he was over the paci. He woke up once during the night, but was comforted and went back to sleep. Yesterday's nap time was a different story. He wouldn't take the paci. My mom was coming over so I could go to an appointment and I didn't want her to go through Operation No Paci. She hadn't signed up for that drama. After some crying and gnashing of teeth, I begged him to take it! Can you believe me? He took it and went to sleep.
Last night he went down like a champ with not even enough whining for me to go back in his room. He slept all night and was cheerful this morning. Today's nap time started with a struggle and then a nap poop. Oh I hate a nap poop. You know, the poop that comes at any time during the nap. Potential for disaster. Come to think of it, the same thing happened yesterday. Hmmm. After about 45 minutes, it's quiet in there and I hope he has a good nap, paci free.
Why get rid of the paci? He only uses it when he sleeps. I figured, for us, it should be gone by 2. Everyone is different. I didn't want it to begin effecting his teeth and there's going to be a new baby soon and one paci is all we can handle. When Silas came home to us, he was a full time paci boy. We soon got it scaled back to sleep time only. This is the next step in the life of the paci.
Well, that's about all for now. Happy Fall, ya'll!