Last night marked Lincoln's first night sans pacifier.
And it was rough.
He's gone 2 weeks now with out having it all day, only using it to sleep at night, so we figured he was clearly ready to part ways with his old pal.
I put him to bed and assured him he was a big boy that could go to sleep without his binkie, but he didn't believe me. So I showed him the basket where the plethora of pacifiers were normally kept, and upon a deep and thorough inspection, he concurred that it was indeed empty. Since I was feeling a little guilty for taking his beloved away, I stayed I his room with him and read him a couple of stories. All through 3 books, he cried and screamed. Eventually, I decided my being there wasn't helping, and I left him alone, to cry. For almost an hour, he sobbed, and it was so heartbreaking! Richard and I lay in bed listening, and there was nothing I could do to hold back a few tears of my own. NOTHING breaks my heart like hearing my child's cries of sadness.
And while he woke up this morning with no mention of the nights events, I think it will take me a lot longer to forgot having to be the one to break his little heart.
And while he is just a child who in a few days will forever forgot that the pacifier was ever even a vital part of his life, I can relate to his tear filled night.
Haven't we all spent nights with uncontrollable tears, begging for something thats out of our control??