Silas hasn't been napping this week. Here's the story in a nut shell: I noticed on New Year's Eve as I was trying to work on his cute lisp that his front teeth don't touch! He has an open-bite! I tried not to scare him as I was dealing with my shock from this realization. He had a routine check-up on Thurs, the 4th, and his pediatrician made it plain that it was time to get rid of the pacifier. And just that morning, when I went to get him up, he had 5 of his fufus lined up next to him in the crib and he was reading a book to them. They are like little friends to him!
We made a scheduled stop at the library after the doctor's appointment to reward Silas with new books for being so good, and I ran into my neighbor, Lynn (Ryan and Evan's mom). I told her my dilemma and she said that Evan had a hard time relinquishing his pacifier too and they finally resorted to cutting it. So I went home and cut his precious little friends and put him down for his nap. He noticed right away and told me that his "fufus are broken - fix it". Trying to be as cheerful and empathetic as I can be, I told him that I know they are broken, but it's okay. It makes me so sad, but I know it's time. He's not a baby anymore.
Of course, since then, he hasn't been sleeping during nap time, which is really hard on me. He does stay in his room, so at least I have some downtime, but I needed a nap a couple days myself and I wasn't able to get one because I have to be alert for his sake. Actually, 2 days ago I did lay down for 15 minutes and in that time he had a bowel movement and then proceeded to change himself - unsuccessfully. It was awful! Diaperless, he had climbed up on his changing table to retrieve his wipes and then climbed back down to the floor to try to wipe himself. I came in when he started crying because he hadn't been able to clean himself and he had gotten poop some of his books that were on the floor. He was so upset and ashamed and afraid! It was heart breaking! I assured him that it was okay and we quickly headed to the bathtub and got him all cleaned up. My mom seems to think that it is hilarious that he tried to change himself, but I feel so bad that he was so ashamed for making such a mess that it's not as funny to me. Maybe I'll see it that way in time.
He did take a nap for me yesterday - I actually had to wake him up after 2 hours. When I went in, he had found one of his whole pacifiers in his mouth, so I think I'm going to have to cut it today. I feel like such a traitor. It's sad.
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