paci

I'm not going to lie; I love the paci.  Emmalyn took to it instantly.  It was her first day home from the hospital and she was suckling constantly - even in her sleep.  My mom said, "Here, try this." And the rest is history.  We have lost so many pacis with her.  I can tell you what stores carry her brand and what aisle they're in.  She never had a security item other than her paci.  This summer, we knew it was time to take it away from Emmalyn during awake hours, so we tried.  Twice.  The first time resulted in a broken cell phone and the second in a horrendous play date. Both involved an exhausted and defeated mama.  Good times, people.  I was scared to try again.  But third time's a charm apparently.  Because after we talked about it, I put it away in her nightstand drawer and we agreed it would only be for naps and bedtime.   And it clicked.  There were times she begged for it.  Times I begged Eric that I could give it to her.  But mostly, she did great.  At the same time we were weaning Emmalyn off her paci, I was forcing one on Amy.  Praying she would take it.  And for now - she does.  I love the paci.

And now, every morning, I know she's awake because I hear her nightstand drawer open and shut as she puts her paci away.  "Paci drawer, mommy". Good job, baby girl.

(Last night, we heard the paci drawer close in the middle of the night and figured she thought it was time to get up.  Eric went in to negotiate with her and she was crawling on the bedroom floor looking for paci and had just checked her nightstand. "Where's paci, Daddy?"  Don't worry; it was discovered tucked in her bedsheets)