Last week I was picking up baby and her teacher handed me her bottle and her pacifier and said, “don’t bring these back. We’re not giving them to her anymore.”
“What!? But…but…how will she eat? How on earth will she liiiiiiivvvvveeeee?!?!?!?”
*dramatic spin with flourish of hands and pass out on the floor*
Okay, not really. I think my response was more like, “cool.”
You see, if they don’t mind dealing with a fussy, crying baby then more power to them. Get that baby off that bottle! Refuse to give her a pacifier even if she begs! Hard knocks, baby!
And sure enough, she has survived. The first day she didn’t drink a lot of milk, but on the second day she realized the only way she was going to get it was through the cup so now my baby drinks from a cup like a champ. I thought I’d still need bottles at home to make sure she was getting her daily requirements but that, too, only lasted a day. The hard knocks was in effect at home too. And yesterday I actually tossed all but three of her bottles and tossed the bottle drying rack. I’ll keep the bottles for a few more weeks in case she gets sick or we travel or whatnot. But those mamma jammas will be tossed in another month. Viva la liberacion!
The pacifier situation is a little different. I can’t just go cold turkey with that one. I don’t think her mind is developed enough. She’s like pookie trying to get a hit. The first day I picked her up she was crying. Not just crying but screaming. I brought her home where she continued screaming for another 30 minutes. That coupled with the shaking and throwing of objects (hell, she wouldn’t even let me hold her) and I decided that I would wean her off of it at home. Elegance is learned, my friends.
So I give the paci for about a half an hour in the evenings. Then we have dinner, play, bath, jammies and brush our (two) teeth. Then I give her the paci back and let her know she can have it because it’s bedtime. In the morning I take it from her and tell her she doesn’t need it.
I’m planning to do this for another week and gradually start giving it to her less and less. Yes, she still cries for it during the day, but I just have to deal with that. I really want her off of the paci by her birthday.
I know I might seem like I complain about daycare, but the truth is, it is a single mother’s best friend. They are truly helping me with all the hard stuff. When I am at work earning money to support her, they have taught her to eat with her hands, wave hello, drink from a cup and so much more. By the end of the summer they have promised me that she will be eating with a spoon! In a addition, she is friendly and sociable and can sleep through a rock concert.
So even though it kills me every single month to hand over the equivalent of my mortgage payment, the school of hard knocks is alright with me.