It built up slowly,
but we all saw it coming.
I think he thought
he could hold us off a little longer, but we gathered up every ounce of courage
we had left and decided we MUST make our stand.
It was at the now
or never point.
We are in a life or
death situation…
Or so my toddler
thinks!
We’ve taken away
the teat.
I know…I know…
{gasps} Evil Mommy!
Again…or so my
toddler thinks!!
Sunday night was
the drawing line.
Lil Mister can be
so adorable with his ‘pweece Mama’ and ‘net rama maak’ (just make it a little
warmer) that it usually breaks all my strong barriers down.
Kind of like when
Puss from Shrek gives the ‘eyes.’
But this….this was
past all willingness to succumb.
Six…
I repeat… SIX times
did Lil Mister wake up Sunday night wanting more milk.
I mean seriously
people this child is 27 months old. He is over the two year mark. SIX TIMES!!
{That’s nothing…wait for what comes next!}
My patience was
depleted. Hubby’s temper had reached maximum capacity.
We were on the edge
of a parental breakdown.
Hubby ended up
sleeping in Lil Mister’s bed just so we could get some rest.
Monday morning
arrived and I informed Hubby that I’d made the decision….to toss the teat. I
could not; can not see any other method of solution.
We must get him to
stop waking up!
I also strongly
feel that no teat will eventually equal a fully potty trained child!!!
I spoke with Lil
Mister’s crèche teacher and she agreed. It was time. She told me not to worry.
She assured me they’d get him to nap just fine.
I swear she is
magic. I had high hopes for last night.
When I arrived at
school to collect Lil Mister, I was informed that he asked for the teat a
little and moaned but she calmly explained there is no teat and he went to
sleep….without drinking his milk!!
{I’m not so cruel…I
did send milk but in a sippy cup bottle…not a teat!}
Yesterday evening
was wonderful. There were no tantrums. He ate a good dinner and bathed with a
lot of fun.
My blood pressure
was rising before we even faced the bedtime. I knew it was not going to be so easy
as the school made it. I do not have teacher magic. I have buttons….ones in
which my children know all to well how to push!
After bath was
over, Lil Mister walked out of the bathroom and right up to me in the kitchen
where I was preparing his milk for bed…
‘Nie die tee nie!’
{not that tea} he said with as much tears as he could muster.
My heart began to
break but I encouraged myself that this is for the best! He’s going to thank me
one day when his teeth are NOT rotting out of his head!
‘I’m so sorry my
angel but there is no other tea. You must drink this one.’
He throws himself
on the floor like some kind of Jackie Chan move and screams. It is a blood
curdling scream.
Bed time….fail.
We continue for the
next 30 minutes with wrenching screams, but they begin to fain. I feel the end
is in sight. I breathe a sigh of relief as I see him slowly drift to sleep in
his fathers arms.
We steal a glance
to each other and dare…oh we dare to smile.
The nappy goes on
and they lie a little longer together. As he moves, I see the face twitch. He
pauses. It’s like a ninja. We dare not let a drop of sweat fall. Lil Mister
calms. He stills. He sighs into sleep again.
Hubby stands and
leaves the room. I follow suit.
We sit relaxed on
the couch. We cannot believe it went so well. Only 30 minutes.
I calmly allow
myself to drift to sleep. Hubby wakes me. We climb into bed. It’s been 45
minutes since Lil Mister slept.
As I lie my head on
the pillow….it begins. It’s a whimper. Then a ‘my Papa.’ Then….a scream.
There was no calming
him this time as he repeatedly screamed for milk.
He tries to throw
the bottle we give him every.single.time until I finally refuse to give it to
him.
Hubby retreats to
the couch and leaves me to my own.
We eye each other.
Lil Mister knows its just me and him. He throws himself on his bed and screams.
And he screams. And
he cries. And he screams.
He comes to my bed.
He goes to his bed. He lays on the floor.
He screams. He
cries. He screams….
For.FOUR.HOURS.
That’s right,
dudes, you read me right. Four frackin’ hours.
I’m sitting, in a
ball, on my bed, rocking. He lies in his bed. I hear the screams begin to break
up. I hear the muffled by sobs breathes in between growing longer. I can
envision his eyes beginning to droop.
And then….in the
midst of all fear….
He sleeps.
I sleep.
Shana..
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