And what a deep mourning it has been, indeed.
It has now been more than a week since we snipped the end off of Evie's paci and said bye-bye to this small piece of miracle plastic that has had the incredible ability to soothe our daughter in any situation.
It has been a rough several days.
It has been several days of no decent naps, which makes for an especially feisty Evie.
When I began writing this post, I was typing along to the sweet melody of Evie screaming from her crib. And that was how Attempt-At-Taking-A-Nap-Without-The-Paci #3 went down.
Dear Lord, please have mercy on our souls and let this poor girl learn to take a decent nap without a binkie.
We snipped the end because a friend told me that was what she did with her child, and he ended up just rejecting the pacifier on his own. You know, because it's hard to get a good suction going when there is a hole at the end of your paci. But it didn't exactly go that way with Evie. She just got really confused and angry and kept trying to suck on it anyway. She's determined, that one. So we figured it was best to just take it out of the equation completely.
I think we waited either too long or not long enough for this extraction, if I'm honest. There was a time several months ago when she enjoyed having the paci but wasn't totally obsessed with it. That was probably the time to take it away. But it's gotten to the point where she seeks it out and looks through my bag for it and can't take a nap without it. Part of me thinks it would be better to wait until she was a little older and could understand when we said no more paci, or as my parents said to us, "Guess what, kids?? We're sending your paci to Mickey Mouse! Isn't that exciting!?" At least then maybe the transition wouldn't be as traumatic?
(That whole Mickey Mouse thing was a total lie, by the way. Total. Lie.)
I just don't want her to be so dependent on this one thing for comfort. Plus, now that she has most of her teeth, I'm concerned sucking the paci all the time will do some kind of dental damage.
Another cool realization we've come to after kicking paci to the curb: Evie's general state of being well-behaved and calm is directly proportional to the amount of access she has to her paci. So in this case, having zero access to her paci equals Evie losing her little mind in the restaurant we went to the other night. She became loud. So. Loud. And opinionated and suddenly had the urge to escape from us and run along the row of booth benches as fast as she could as me and Mike dashed after her. She transformed herself right into a little hooligan.
And yes, I'm pretty sure we were receiving sneaky judgement glances from our fellow diners.
Now that it's been over a week, things are getting a bit better, but we have a ways to go, I think.
But it's for the best. Just pray we can all keep our sanity.