No, I'm not speaking of my favorite lunch meat. I speak of the method in which I used to deprive my poor unsuspecting baby boy of his beloved "dee-dee" (binky).
We had been planning to remove the plug one day really soon but we just weren't in the mood for the pathetic crying and pleading that would ensue. As it turned out, however, Noah did some of the work for us and went and lost his binky. It was about 2 weeks ago while Adam was out of town (of course). It was his one and only so I decided it would also be his last. I dread this transition (I cried more than Kyle when we took his binky away) but I always do it cold turkey because for me there is no other way. I hate dragging out the inevitable and making it just more painful for me...I mean...my child. I've tried just giving the binky to him during bed time to kind of wean him but its much too easy to give in and plug up a crying mouth.
I was proud of myself this time, no tears. Noah on the other hand struggled a little but really only at bedtime. Naps were rough or non-existent. All in all though, he has done really well and a mere 2 weeks later he is upstairs in his bed napping away- binky free.
