Megan is a dede addict. She has had her paci for two years and three months. When she was 14 months old, DJ suggested that we take it away from her, because Gretchen was the same age when hers was taken away. I promptly told him no, that she was my last baby and that she wasn't ready. Honestly, I wasn't ready, and little did I know that she was not my last baby.
In March 2013, Megan's daycare teacher had successfully taken away the 'dede' at nap time. We weren't as successful at home.
In June, Megan stayed home with me full time. There were a lot of changes going on, and I didn't want to take away her comfort. She had transitioned from her crib to a toddler bed, then to a full size bed, to being home, to traveling, potty training, getting a new baby sister, and finally in August, getting four teeth. Truth be told, I kept looking for excuses to keep her dede.
I think she calls her pacifier a 'dede' because her teacher, Miss Julie (JuJu) calls pacifiers a binky. Megan's word "binky" sounded like "dede" so it stuck.
A few weeks ago, we came home from a birthday party, and we had misplaced both of Megan's dedes. I ended up getting one that I had purchased for Adalyn and gave to her. My mom told me it would've been the perfect time to take away her dede. Again, I wasn't ready.
This past Sunday night, we yet again, misplaced two dedes before bed. DJ and I looked all over the house for them and could not find them anywhere. So, we tucked her in, told her the dedes were lost, and made the decision that she was done with her dede.
Meggie cried and cried, and DJ did find one dede, but I told him that we would not give it back. This was go time.
She cried for about two hours Sunday night, but she did eventually fall asleep and sleep through the night.
I had talked to her for several weeks about buying a dede bear. I had the idea after reading Kellys Korner blog. The plan was to take Megan to Build-a-Bear and let her choose an animal and safely tuck her dede's inside the bear. I had originally planned to do this on a day Gretchen was in school, but again, I wasn't ready.
So, after Megan slept through the night Sunday without her dede, we decided to celebrate by going to Build-a-Bear.
It was a crazy morning trying to get all three girls ready and out of the house. I even got up early (okay, it was 7:45, but that's early to me!) but it was chaos, and we didn't get out of the house until 10:30. I almost changed my mind and decided not to go, but I was dressed, the girls were dressed, and I was somewhat determined. But man, i'm telling you, everything was going wrong. I'm pretty sure the bathroom sink was overflowed again, pee was on the floor, and the carseat attachment for our double stroller was in DJs truck.
I dressed the girls in a watermelon theme.
We eventually made it to the mall.
Meggie picked out a bunny rather than a bear.
She is my shy little child. Always cautious before making a move. The stuffing machine scared the crap out of her. I mean, she was terrified, like, running away screaming terrified. So, there I was in Build-a-Bear with a baby strapped to my chest, chasing a toddler, and Gretchen was all like, "i'll stuff it for you." And, she did.
I pulled Meggie's dede out of my purse, and she instantly put it in her mouth. I'm sure to be relieved of the loud stuffing machine, or just as one last time. I told her she had to put her dede in her bunny, and she took it out of her mouth, we said, our goodbyes, and she put the dede in her bunny.
I teared up.
The bunny was finally stuffed and it was time to give her bunny a bath.
But, that wasn't happening either. The bathtub was entirely too loud for Megan. Instead, I convinced G to leave it off, and we brushed the bunny's hair instead.
Then, we picked out her clothes. A pink princess dress and pink high heeled shoes. And, we finally made a birth certificate for the dede bunny.
Meggie loved her dede bunny!
G was allowed to take her bear that she made this summer and pick out a new outfit for it. She chose a princess shirt, tutu, roller skates, and a wand for her Cinderella bear.
After Build-a-Bear, I decided we would just eat at the mall rather than getting home and trying to do a million things at once... you know, get the girls out of the car, in the house, feed Addy, fix lunch, eat lunch, potty, and get the girls down for a nap. No way was it happening without me pulling out my hair. So, a peaceful lunch at the food court was planned.
In line at CFA, I saw Meggie sucking her thumb. Uh-oh, I was a thumb sucker. I swear, I sucked my thumb until I was at least 8, and I fondly remember washing the hot sauce off of my thumb. I was a smart one.
So, this was our scene at lunch.
I left Meggie in her stroller to eat. No way was I going to chase her through the food court.
Addy enjoyed her nap in the bjorn.
Meggie snuggled with her bunny some more.
We went into the Limited, because everything was 50% off! Um yes. Just what I needed to make myself feel normal. I resisted though and only bought one new shirt. You're welcome DJ.
G had to have her picture taken with the headless mannequins.
Finally, we headed home.
Meggie fell asleep for about five minutes in the car with her dede bunny.
While it was great that she fell asleep without her dede, she did not take a nap once we came home. In fact, she cried and then played in her room for over an hour.
G got sent to her room for a time out, and this is what I ended up looking like:
It honestly sums up our whole week! It's been a busy one and i'm exhausted!
It's now been three nights, and while Meggie still cries at bedtime, she's not crying for an obscene amount of time. The first night it was two hours. Now it's maybe 30 minutes. She missed a nap the first day, but has napped since then. She took her dede bunny to school on Tuesday, but not on Wednesday. In fact, I think it's just another toy for her, and not a replacement comfort object. The first night, she did try to look at the back of the bunny to figure out how she could tear it open to get her dede out. I gently reminded her that she had put her dede inside and that it wouldn't come out. In retrospect, we probably could have gotten rid of her dede sooner. She was probably more ready than I thought she was.
If I had to give you advice about getting rid of the dede, I'd say just go for it. Talk it up for a while in advance, but if you have an opportunity to take it away. Do it. Make sure your husband is home so he can endure the crying with you. Be strong together and don't look back.
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