This week I’m in sunny Yorkshire visiting my Nanan for her birthday (it’s today!) If you follow me on Instagram you’ll know Lamb still has a dummy and we are slowing decreasing the time he has with it until it’s gone for good.
The thing is, we actually planned to get rid of them on Christmas Eve. We told him that if he left them on the tree then Father Christmas would take them for other little babies who need them and leave him a treat in it’s place. Well, we kind of forgot to do this. Bugger.
So, it’s back to the drawing board to come up with a new genius idea to ditch the dummy.
Turns out, the universe has made the decision for us. I only brought one dummy with me to my Nanans house. One which I popped in the little pocket on the side of his Bear Ready Bed. Once which disappeared once Lamb finally went to bed. One which I searched high and low for but remains unfound.
Here was the perfect opportunity at ditching the dummy and if I’m honest I had mixed feelings about it. I desperately want him to be rid of them before baby number 2 arrives, but at the same time he loves it so much and it brings him so much comfort, it’s going to break my heart to say no to him.
Last night actually went pretty well. Unfortunately, he’s struggling with a nighttime cold. High temperature and sore throat, so this was no help to me at all. But like I said, I had no choice. No spare hidden away at the bottom of my handbag (trust me I checked!) We got through the night with him only asking for it once, maybe twice. He woke up so many times crying because he was poorly, I honestly thought I would be in the car looking for a 24 hours supermarket just to comfort him with a new dummy.
So here we are approaching bedtime with the fear of the missing dummy in the back of my mind.
He’s not asked for it once today. I know he’ll ask for it tonight but he knows I can’t find it and theres nothing I can do.
Stay strong Alex, you can get through this.