To pacify or not to pacify, that has been the question (on Mamapedia)…

I have mentioned a few
hundred times that Rhett(3) has had a bit of an
addiction. He could be the poster boy for
Pacifiers Anonymous (PA).
It started out so innocently…he cried and
we needed a
quick fix of peace and quiet so the binky
pushing began.
Unlike the other boys, he actually took to the pacifier. It was pure heaven at first, but then he needed
more, more, more.
More binkies.
More pacifier time.
More urgent cravings.
It was an
ugly out of control spiral…
We had a
binky intervention…twice. There are even family members who refuse to associate with him
when he is using.
Tough love.
Tough times.
Tough side effects.
At one point I began strict
pacifier rehab.
He resisted treatment. I caught him
stealing moments with his binky. I saw him
sneaking hits. I saw him
hiding the evidence.
He
had to
shake this habit before it ruined his life.
Ruined his life?
It isn’t like his
drug of choice is illegal…
At that point we
cut him a little slack.
Enablers.
At that point we decided to
ignore the problem and hope it goes away.
Denial.
That was several months ago. We have given Rhett free and unfettered
access to a never-ending supply of pacifiers. Slowly the pacifiers have been wearing out. Slowly the
highs haven’t been as high.
Tonight as Rhett went up to take a bath blog-Stedman asked him if he wanted to take his binkies upstairs while holding out a handful of pacifiers.
Rhett turned and said “no”.
I asked him during his bath why he didn’t want his binkies.
He said “because I am not a baby”.
And he went to bed
cold turkey.
He woke up about 45 minutes later
shaking from withdrawal, but his
resolve was firm. I am scooping him up and taking him to my bed.
This could be a rough night, but it is the
first step…
When Holly isn’t dealing with binky abuse, she writes June Cleaver Nirvana.
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