Gabriel is finally free from pacifier!!!! Or should it be the other way around? The pacifier is finally free of Gabriel!!! I didn’t plan for it. I wasn’t hoping to wean him even. They said he’ll just let go of it eventually. I wouldn’t deny feeling quite embarrassed about it, especially that he’s getting to be more and more talkative. Can you imagine him blabbering with pacifier in between his teeth? Urgh. What’s even more frustrating was he wouldn’t let go of his worn-out, faded, bruised, tattered ‘papen’ as he calls it. Even I already bought a new one, same model of course, he just looked at it as if it were some kind of an alien.
Until one unexpected night happened, his papen deflated! And, of course, he didn’t want that new one. I stayed up the whole night, till the wee hours trying to console him, entertain him, veer his mind away from it all. I went to work the following day feeling all used-up myself, like his recently retired papen. I was expecting for the ‘withdrawal syndrome’ to last for at least a couple of weeks but thank goodness it only lasted for two days, two nights. He became consolable with a gentle scratch on his back till he dozes off. The thing is (or maybe on his part, the bargain is) I just have to do the scratching each time he stirs in his pillow, lest he rouses and eventually just wake up and deprive me of rest till the morning comes. It has already happened, mind you.
Oh, the woes of being a mother. But above everything else, papen weaning, diaper rush, allergies, fevers, tantrums… I am one, happy mother. With Gabriel already able to give me hugs and I love yous, I get enough consolation. Reinee and I find strength just by watching him sleep.