We intended to do this around 18 months, but, well, we got lazy and didn't follow through, because as all wise parents ask themselves (especially when it comes to sleep): why mess with a good thing?
After 18 months, she was only allowed to have them for sleeping (at home; she hasn't used them at daycare in 6+ months) and in the car... and in the event of emergence tantrums/mood swings. About 1-2 months ago, we took them out of the car. And truth be told, she spent a couple of weeks after that being pretty whiney and needy while in the car. This did not give me any extra motivation to take them out of the crib!
Nonetheless, I was bound and determined to kick the habit before she turned 2, and given that the big day is just 2 weeks away, we figured it was now (Friday) or nothing. So here's how it went down:
- While Brian gave the twins a bath, I snuck the "friends" out of Clara's crib and performed the operation.
- Once she was ready for bed and climbed into my lap for us to read a book, she, as she always does, asked for her "fwenz." Not noticing the snipped tips, she put one in her mouth, pulled it away with a look of disgust, and looked up at me and said, "My fwenz! Help, please! Help, please!" And then my heart broke into a million pieces and I began to tear up.
I told her that her friends were broken and they couldn't be fixed, and then she whined for a minute until we distracted her with a book.
- She fussed about it again when we put her down to sleep, but was fine by the time we walked out of the room. I was fine, too, except for the crying and insistence that she is going to hate me forever and I am the worst mommy in the world- to all of which Brian just laughed!
- She slept fine and woke up in a good mood on Saturday, and didn't have any issues with her nap that afternoon. On Saturday night, Brian tried to hand them to her and she shook her head and said, "No fwenz!" and went right to sleep.
- I got a little brave for Sunday afternoon's nap and went ahead and removed them from her crib entirely, convinced she had already lost interest. Well about 1.5 hours into naptime, she STILL had not gone to sleep (which happens approximately never), so Brian went in and gave them back to her. And back to sleep she went.
So I suppose we'll leave them with her for now in their mutilated state and hope for the best. And remember, Clara, pacifiers or not, you're still our little baby... one of them anyway!