*Warning – EXTREMELY sappy post ahead.*
On December 3, 2010, we said goodbye to a dear friend – the binky. Since Charlie had been (almost) inseparable from the binky & blankie AND since the binky & blankie come as a pair, this meant that the separation would have to include BOTH binky & blankie for a time (I have every intention of bringing the blankie back at some point…)
I belabored the issue of getting rid of either of them despite my many half-hearted attempts. We had narrowed them down to nap & bed times, but the time was coming nearer to say goodbye for good. Admittedly, I was nervous that the transition would be painful (in more ways than one) for all involved, but I knew in the back of my mind that ultimately it would be in his best interest (and ours) if we rid ourselves of these things before Baby #2 arrived (darn you, sibling!)
So, on that fateful night, as I *innocently* went to a Chocolate Party, Daddy did that which I had been unable to do – he took away the two things closest to you (!!!) (I kid, I kid), but he actually did it for your own good. He even admitted later that he did it on purpose so that I wouldn’t have to listen to you whimper in your crib as you drifted off to sleep.
I will admit that I was angry for much of that weekend and honestly? I blame most of this on my *very* pregnant and hormonal state. I began to think about just how much our lives would change in the next month or so as we welcome your baby brother or sister into this world, you would experience a big transition in your own life, too – you’d become the big brother. For the next few nights, I appreciated your extra snuggles and cuddles as I helped you drift off into dreamland. Surprisingly, you have taken this transition amazingly well and you since use a fleece snowman blanket to comfort you while we wait for the effects of the binky to wear off.
Despite what I say or how things WILL change in the next few weeks, you will always be my baby regardless of your binky & blankie separation. And just remember, if one day you grow up to feel resentful about the premature separation? Blame your father. 🙂