Bye Bye B.

 

Ever since Abby was a little tiny baby she has loved her pacifier. As she got older, I tried to change the name of her pacifier from “paci” to “B” in the hopes of being able to talk about it without her noticing. Ha! Silly Mommy! That lasted about a week; hence the name of her beloved pacifier being called a “B”. After Abby turned two and still wanted to have her “B” with her all the time, I seriously started to contemplate whether or not she would end up taking it to college with her!

 

 

 

As Abby has gotten older, I have slowly gotten rid of pacifiers around the house until all that was left was her beloved paci with a stuffed giraffe (giraffey) attached to it. That felt like progress to me! On December 19^th (a day that will live in infamy), Abby was playing with her “B” and I was relaxing, enjoying the first day of winter vacation. Time stopped when Abby alerted me to the fact that “B” was broken. Low and behold the pacifier was torn and no longer safe for Abby to suck on. Just like that, we were done with the pacifier.

 

 

Initially Abby was fine with it because she still had giraffey to snuggle…and then nap time came. My poor girl BEGGED me for a pacifier. ANY pacifier! Finally she fell asleep and after surviving night time without the pacifier, she was over the hump of withdrawal and has been pacifier free for almost a month now!