No, I am not going to get all Apocalyptical but certainly the end of something could be close. The end of Noelia’s baby stage….. my baby….
Last Friday we went to the park. On our way home we realized the last of Noelia’s pacifiers was gone. We lost it. She only had two left and, as she told us herself, the second wasn’t working. She bit a hold on it. Not suitable any more for her taste.
So with one left we went on, deciding not to buy any more. So on Friday the last one was gone. Two choices: 1.- go to the pharmacy and buy one or 2.- stick to the initial thought, let’s wean her out of it. She will be 3 in July so, the second choice was certainly the best one.
Since then nap time has been like going through detox. Paci detox I should say. 8 am hasn’t been pretty either, it makes the waking up routine a lot less pleasing to me (I am already not a morning person). She is actually my alarm clock. She goes to bed at night just fine though, strangely enough, but hey, I take what I can get. She asks for it sometimes during the day, especially when she falls.
Crying was the time to give her her paci. Yesterday she was crying a lot, she had waken up from her nap rather early and she was crying and crying. I couldn’t get her to stop ( if I actually have had a paci left that would have been the end of paci-detox). After a while she just looked at me with this pitiful face and told me “mommy, I am crying!”. It was like “come on lady a little compassion here!”.
In the movies they always say that the hardest time of detox last 3 days so…. Maybe tomorrow I will have a less whiny alarm clock…. My poor baby…. Potty training is close coming.