Yesterday I cut all Nick’s soothers. (Pacifiers, binkys, whatever you want to call them) Hubs and I decided a little while back that it was time to wean him and I looked online to find some gentle approaches to weaning.
The first thing we tried was changing his soother to a smaller soother then he was used to. Thinking about it now it was ridiculous. I spent money on new soothers in a hope to get him to stop taking one. Needless to say, it didn’t work. He took to the new one no problem. It was a little weird for him at first but he got the hang of it.
We decided that the only way we were going to get it away from him was to actually be mean and take it. I didn’t want them to just disappear, I could see him tearing the house apart to try and find it and losing his mind over it. Which is where the decision to cut it came in. Nick wouldn’t be able to suck on them and we could explain to him that they were ‘broken’ and needed to go into the garbage. So, here’s what happened.
I cut them, and put them on the table where he would find them. When he found them broken he was devastated. He walked around the house holding them. Saying ‘Oh no. Broken. Help me. Oh no.’ Alex decided he could fix them and the two of them disappeared into the playroom to fix them. After Alex declared them ‘broken too much to make better’ Nick brought them to me. I explained that they are broken and we should throw them in the garbage now.
Alex was holding one of the soothers and Nick was holding the other two. Alex marched right over to the garbage and threw the one he had in. Turning to Nick, he told Nick to come throw his out too. So Nick did. Then they applauded. We cheered to Nick being a big boy. And Alex asked for him and Nick to have some pudding. So I let them.
When it came to bedtime, I have to admit I was scared. But, Nick whined a little and when Hubs went up and talked to him about how they were broken and in the garbage and Nick was a big boy now he settled right down and went to sleep.
He woke up four times last night asking for his soother. Each time we explained that they were in the garbage because they were broken and he was a big boy now and he went right back to sleep.
It wasn’t anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be. I am so proud of my little boy. I hope it stays this easy on him and continues proving to Hubs and I that we made the right choice with taking them away now!
Love, hugs and more to come later!