Lofton and I had big plans to take away Reese's bah when he turned two. Life had other big plans, though. Things like head injuries and salmonella infested our life; and well, taking away our child's only "security" item fell by the wayside.
We've regained our strength, though, and ripped off the band aid::
The bah is gone. Praise the Lord.
It hasn't been nearly as traumatic as I anticipated. Isn't that usually what happens?
Reese has cried a little the last few nights, but he isn't creaming by any means. And he isn't waking up during the night AT ALL.
Maybe now his teeth will straighten back out. I don't actually have a lot of hope that this is going to happen considering genetics are working against him, but we'll see...
Regardless, I feel like we've hurdled another milestone and I'm patting us on the back. Yippee!
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I know the feeling. I for some reason decided today would be the day to get rid of the paci. After about a 45 minute all out fit, I think we're over it. I'm probably jinxing myself.. especially since we haven't been to bed yet!
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