The Final Plunge

So, it's over, completely over. No more binkies for Delaney. A couple of weeks ago, we confined her binkies to the crib-only for naptime and bedtime, and today, we've taken the final step-no-more-binkies-at-anytime.

Delaney has done pretty well the last few weeks-with a few setbacks. But everytime that she gets upset or has a tantrum, she instantly goes to her room, gets her pjs, and tries to climb into her crib. She needs to learn a new way to soothe herself, and I just don't see that happening until she totally kicks the binky habit. So-I told Delaney that big girls sleep with their dollies and that binkies are for Elliot, and just didn't make a big deal out of it. I feel a bit cruel, and like I have kind of pulled her babyhood out from under her feet.

And I am very sympathetic towards Delaney. It's so hard to give up something that you enjoy. And I do think that binkies are more addictive than crack. The producers of binkies should seriously compensate all children (and mothers!) for therapy.

And I'll keep her binkies forever-they're such a part of her babyhood, and I have so many memories of her carrying the three of them around the house and rubbing the holders on her little sweet face. It's cute-she totally associates the number three with comfort-she'll take three dolls into the car or want three lollipops or three books. She's my crazy baby girl.