Goodbye Soother

A sad little boy sleeps in his bed tonight.  After three years and four nights of sleeping with a soother every night, Eamon goes without tonight.  The time had come.

The beloved soothers

I've known for a while now the time had come, I just hadn't done anything. One excuse let to another: after holidays, once Meaghan's settled in school, after Thanksgiving, after we go to Regina, after his birthday, after Grandma comes to visit.  I finally came to the end of the list.  Plus, his first dentist appointment looms and I think it's better to speak of the soother in past tense at that appointment.


I knew today would have to be the day. I'm grateful my friend Leanne came over for a visit. Her coming meant her son could keep Eamon awake, and me mostly distracted for the sad night ahead.


I cut the ends off of Eamon's soothers. He found them at bath time. "My soother has a hole!" Lo and behold, all his soothers had holes.

Soothers with holes

In bed he was a little upset and shed a few tears. Fortunately, the wave of tired overcame him and he went to sleep quickly.  I don't know how many times he'll be up tonight, but I'm ready. Well, even if I'm not ready it's too late. The deed is done, the soothers have "holes". There is no looking back. 

Happier Times
"E" was his word for soother