Au Revoir Le Binky

Brian and I made the decision that Erik would quit his binky cold turkey last night. I was prepared for the worst. Instead, Erik slept soundly, although he awoke much earlier than normal. He was even unusually rested and obviously very happy. In fact, he was so darn happy he was tensing up and trembling a little like he does when he gets excited, laughing like a loon. As it turned out, I was the one who had trouble sleeping! I had unexpected twinges of guilt because I had just taken away the only thing that seemed to soothe Erik when he was small and his face was raw from his own stomach acid. However, now that I take a good look at Erik, I realize we don't have a baby anymore, and the months of excruciating pain that he endured ended long ago with the combination of medicine and time. It is now time to move on to the next stage because we survived the last one. We actually did it! Maybe I have had my head down for so long trudging along in the muck of survival mode I forgot to look up to see we have made great progress. I'm not really sure. I just never imagined the difficulty I would have giving up the binky at the age of 35! Goodbye binky -- and goodbye tiny baby of mine.