I remember before our daughter was born promising myself that I wouldn’t allow her to have a soother. I wouldn’t give in to the temptation and put the soothing contraption, that has assisted parents for generations, into my child’s mouth.
I had seen my friends struggle, watched them curse the attachments their chidren had to their soothers, and sworn I wouldn’t put my child, or myself, through the same thing.
I said a lot of things before I became a mother.
Then the day came when my tiny newborn wouldn’t stop crying.
Why wouldn’t she stop crying?
I desperately reached into the stack of supplies I had accumulated, pulled out a soother, and stuffed it into her mouth.
Heart rate normal – hers and mine.
Then I went back in time and slapped myself across the face for ever judging my mommy friends when I had no basis, no experience, and no idea.
Now, three years later, we are faced with a dilemma. Our daughter loves her soother, calls it her best friend, and has nicknamed it her “MeMe.”
“MeMe” truly is her best friend, and although we have transitioned her from an all the time user to now being a bed and nap time user she still cries for it when she needs comfort or needs her little buddy.
We wouldn’t be so quick to push except a recent trip to the dentist revealed it was time for the soother to hit the road, so this weekend the “MeMe Fairy” is planning on stopping by.
We have bigged this moment up HUGE and our daughter knows that the “MeMe Fairy will be coming to take her soother to another child and will leave her a gift. We have been talking at length about the benefits of this milestone.
But she is not thrilled and has informed us that no other child will want her soother so she will just hang on to it.
I am excited, nervous, and anticipating very little sleep.
Hopefully the “MeMe Fairy” brings me an increase in meds.
Wish us luck.