Saturday, August 16, 2014

No Nonsense Nora

I figured I'd have trouble with this one.

It was easy six years ago. Too easy. I took away Nathan's bottle cold turkey and he didn't bat an eye. Two years ago it was a little harder, but I'll admit that was more about me and my emotions. I think I let that last about a week.

However, Nora is my baby. She's the only one who has taken a pacifier and turned up her nose at anything other than a bottle. She's soothed by sucking and I knew she would give me trouble when the time came. We tried to trick her, but anything without a nipple was cast aside. Then she picked up a case of Hand, Foot, and Mouth disease.

Have any of y'all dealt with this? Despite my seven years in parenting, this was a brand-new experience. I noticed she had a low fever on a Thursday, but I chalked it up to teething. When it didn't go away the next day, I remembered a mention of HFM at day care. I didn't really know what that was, so I pushed it to the back of my mind. Unfortunately, it moved its way to the front when I noticed spots forming on Nora Friday afternoon. I won't go into detail, but I will tell you the name is a misnomer. If it weren't for the lack of spots on her tummy and back, it could have been chicken pox. All the Baby Tylenol and snuggles in the world wouldn't soothe her, and neither would her paci.

A common symptom of HFM is a sore mouth, so sucking on a pacifier was at the bottom of Nora's to-do list. That was two weeks ago, and she's officially done. This turn of events has led to her decision that sippy cups are okay, too.

For about four seconds, I was sad. There are approximately 62 pacifiers hidden throughout my house and vehicle and every so often, I stumble across one. Nora will very likely be the last baby in my house, and her babyhood is fading with every pacifier I toss into a box piled with discarded bottles. Then {four seconds later}, I realized how awesome this is. There will be no paci fairy visits to this house, no "only at nighttime" demands, and no wheeling and dealing negotiations. Nora has taken care of that part herself. Probably not in the most comfortable way, but there you have it.

We did visit the pediatrician this week for her 12-month checkup, and she was pleased with the news. Now, we just have to get her to start moving. One thing at a time, Nora June, one thing at a time.

Moral of the Story: Sometimes you get lucky. Obviously I'm not suggesting your baby get HFM in order to move on from her beloved pacifier, but apparently blessings come in the disguise of polka dots? Or something like that? I don't know. Maybe I just thought these were cute pictures. Have a great weekend, y'all!

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1 comment:

Karen W said...

Yay, Nora! I got lucky with both of mine - neither would take a paci after about a week at home. I never pushed it.