Weaning pacifier at 16months old.
Tonight would mark the 5th night of weaning.
On the first night and first nap, we cheated. We rode him in the car and that's where he fell asleep. On the following night, I made the decision to snap off his pacifier and showed it to him telling him that it's bitten by ants and he will have no more pacifier. But, oh-my-god, my heart sank immediately after seeing his expression. He looked at it with an immediate crumpled forehead. Picked it up, like as if he was examining it. The sulked again. That disappointment and sadness on that little face made me feel like a bad mummy. Even daddy couldn't spend another minute in the room that night. :'(
Well, the atmosphere that night was a little solemn. Even though, that little man was still roaming in the room before getting to bed but daddy and mummy couldn't help but felt a little sad. We put up as much smile as we could on our face and showered as much love as we could. Without much fuss, he fell asleep like usual, tossing, turning, flipping, just that it's without the help of a pacifier.
The afternoon nap was tougher, which I least expected. He was active whole day roaming and stomping around the house. I read the same book over and over again, like many times or 10 times, I really lost count. He still couldn't get to sleep. Reading is not what I wish to do for afternoon nap because I am hoping that he could just play till he's tired and go to bed on his own, thinking that this would be easier for the grandparents as we cannot be expecting them to be reading to him. I have got 4 more afternoons to go. I need to make it. He needs to make it.
On the first night and first nap, we cheated. We rode him in the car and that's where he fell asleep. On the following night, I made the decision to snap off his pacifier and showed it to him telling him that it's bitten by ants and he will have no more pacifier. But, oh-my-god, my heart sank immediately after seeing his expression. He looked at it with an immediate crumpled forehead. Picked it up, like as if he was examining it. The sulked again. That disappointment and sadness on that little face made me feel like a bad mummy. Even daddy couldn't spend another minute in the room that night. :'(
Well, the atmosphere that night was a little solemn. Even though, that little man was still roaming in the room before getting to bed but daddy and mummy couldn't help but felt a little sad. We put up as much smile as we could on our face and showered as much love as we could. Without much fuss, he fell asleep like usual, tossing, turning, flipping, just that it's without the help of a pacifier.
The afternoon nap was tougher, which I least expected. He was active whole day roaming and stomping around the house. I read the same book over and over again, like many times or 10 times, I really lost count. He still couldn't get to sleep. Reading is not what I wish to do for afternoon nap because I am hoping that he could just play till he's tired and go to bed on his own, thinking that this would be easier for the grandparents as we cannot be expecting them to be reading to him. I have got 4 more afternoons to go. I need to make it. He needs to make it.
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