Getting back from a week long trip to Indiana often comes with some bumps, but this time around really took the cake. You see, I had a great plan. Get back from Indiana, get rid of Owen's pacifier, and transition Owen to a big bed. Unfortuantely, Owen didn't like my plan.
Friday night after tucking Owen into his crib with his broken paci, Matt and I headed to our room. He was whining about his broken paci, but I wasn't giving in... oh no, he could just whine all night, I said to myself. About thirty seconds later, our bedroom door opens. Frozen in my tracks, I'm too freaked out to look so I whisper to Matt, "That better be our son." Owen would jump out of his crib in 5 seconds wevery time we turned off the light and shut the door, but he would never do it with the light on. Darkness must have given him courage, I suppose.... Anyway, worried about his safety, my resolve faltered. I gave him a different "baby paci", which was what he was looking for when he got out of his bed. He slept until about 6on Saturday morning when I heard a strange noise in the hallway to which I again woke up Matt too afraid to look myself... of course it was our son. I'm such a wheeny.
With a bit of sadness, we took down Owen's crib on Saturday and put down his bunk beds. Matt and I thought maybe we'd just see if we could excite Owen so much about his big boy bed that he wouldn't need a paci.... Well, during the day Owen didn't cry a bit locked in his room during nap time. He just took off his diaper, peed on the floor, and threw his clothes around the room... Ahh!!! I just about had a heart attack when I cracked open the door to check on him and found him lying naked at the foot of his bed in this utter disaster. Night times he would just scream, quite literally scream, and shake and sob. Matt really wanted to tough it out, but after an hour of this, I couldn't take it. He got his baby paci, and he'll get it for a bit longer until he's comfortable in his new bed. Then I'm pretty sure I'll need to leave town for a weekend while Matt gets the job of wheening him from the paci. My heart just can't take the crying and clinging.... I know, I'm a wheeny....
One cute detail of this whole, ugly story is that Owen has become very attached to his book of prayers from his godparents. I read him a prayer before night time and naps and in the morning. I always put it on the shelf, but every time Owen wakes up it's in his hands. Oh, and how about a heart breaker or really just a manipulator.... but the night we were letting him cry, he kept asking for "Mommy to give me another prayer please." Oh, it was sad....
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