And this is my Beautiful little girl Jasmine
When I became a mother I had all these things on a list of stuff I’d do and wouldn’t do. One of those things was not to let my child have a paci past a certain age. I planned to have her off of it by her 1st birthday. That time came and went and the paci or “BoBo” as she calls it stuck around.
Jasmine’s relationship with “Bobo” began the day she was born. The nurses at the hospital gave her the beloved Bobo and she’s been hooked ever since
As the weeks passed her desire for the Bobo for comfort only grew
She used the one from the hospital so much that I had to search online to find the brand they used. The Gumdrop that wasn’t sold in stores at the time. I ordered her 2 spare Bobo’s and life was good. That is, until she started to talk! I must say one of my biggest pet peeves is children who can talk but still suck paci’s. It’s not just talking, it’s talking with them in their mouths. My child was known for doing this and it worked my nerves!
Jasmine would have that Bobo clipped to her clothes until she went to bed at night up until she was 15 months old. After that, I decided she didn’t NEED it all the time and only would give it to her when she was fussy.
Then the day came when she bit a hole in the nipple. I debated at that point having her go cold turkey but my sanity couldn’t take it. I restricted her usage to nap and bedtime only. She was no longer allowed to walk around with it and she was also told NOT to chew on it.
This had been working pretty well until she would lose it in her bed and wake me at God forsaken hours to find the damn Bobo. This didn’t go on long. I learned how to ignore her waking me until she could do without it unless she found it herself in her bed.
I was perfectly fine letting her sleep with it until last Monday when I took her to the Doctor. Dr. Emeil is her new Doctor so we went for a check up. He said she was perfect. Then he asked did she use a paci.
Dr: She’s still using a paci?
Me: Yes but only for sleeping
Dr: You should have gotten her off of that thing months ago
Me: I know but, I need my sleep and sanity, she’s like a fiend for that paci
Dr: And you’re like the paci pusher because you continue to supply it even thought she does not need it
That conversation hit home for me. I WAS the Bobo pusher. If I would have tossed them when she started biting holes in them, she would have already been over it. But EYE couldn’t take her crying and whining for it so EYE gave in EVERY.TIME. I felt bad. . a little. When we left there I had resolved that Monday December 12th would be the last day a Bobo would be in our house.
I prepped Jasmine on the way home from Daycare telling her that Bobo was going in the trash when we got home. That she was a big girl and she didn’t need it anymore. We argued all the way home about it being thrown away. Her saying:
Jas: No Bobo in the trash!
Me: Yes baby it’s going the trash
Jas: No it not!
Me: I don’t care what you say, it’s going in the trash!
Jas: No, No BOBO IN DA TRASH!!!!
Me: You’ll see!
As soon as we got home she made her way up the stairs and straight to her bed to grab her Bobo. I told her to hand it over! She did so with tears and I went and tossed it. I poured something gross on top so I wouldn’t be tempted to get it out.
She went to bed that night with no issues. She asked for Bobo once before she went to bed and I thought it was a success! That is, until 1230am when she woke me up. She was whining so I let her get in my bed. I knew she needed some comfort since that’s what Bobo was for her. She cuddled up next to me . . . and decided it was time for a conversation.
Jas: Mommy. .
Me: Yes. . .
Jas: Mommy, Bobo in the trash?
Me: Yes baby, it’s in the trash
Jas: Oh. . .
Then she went on to ask me some other random things to which I told her, ” Child, it’s bedtime, not talk time. Go to sleep”
She did and I was happy. Then she woke me up at 145am to talk to me again. I was over it! I told her to take her tail to sleep! She whined a little but eventually rolled over and went to sleep.
She woke me up AGAIN at 245am to talk some more. I told her I was tired and was going back to sleep. I turned my back to her. She whined a little more but she eventually went back to sleep.
My sister comes and stays at my house sometimes. She has a key so I don’t ever hear her come in. That night(morning?) I roll over and Jas isn’t laying next to me anymore. She’s not in her own bed and I see lights flickering from the living room. I get up and go in there to find what you might ask?
I found Jasmine laying on the couch next to my sister eating a piece of sandwich cheese like its lunch time and light outside. It was 430am and she’s cheesing up at me like the Cheesier cat eating a square of cheese! She says, ” Hi mommy! I got cheese!” To which I promptly responded, “I don’t care what y’all do, I’m going back to bed”
Back to bed I went. I hear Jas come back in a while later. I look up and its 5am and she’s climbing back into my bed. To do you what? You guessed it, talk to me! I told her I was tired, I wasn’t in the mood to talk and was going back to bed. I told her she could either be quiet and go to sleep or she could get back in her own bed. Her response, ” I go get in my own bed!” with all the 5am tude she could muster. I didn’t care one bit.
She tried twice to go back and bother my sister but I heard her trying to creep out and told her to get her tail back in her bed. She finally stopped playing at 515am and went to sleep for real.
That was just night one!
The rest of the week went much better. She’s only asked about Bobo 3 times and we only had to discuss it once.
Me: I put Bobo in the trash because you’re a big girl, you don’t need it anymore. Big girls don’t use Bobo’s. Do you understand?
Jas: No! I not understand!
Me: Well you should try to understand
Jas: No! I not wanna understand!
Me: Oh well, I guess you’ll get over it.
Jas: I not get over it!
Me: ok *shrug*
And that was the last time we discussed it. I assume she got over herself and understood!
It’s been 9 days and I can say Mission No BoBo has been a success. I can say that if anyone out there is thinking of weaning, it’s not so bad. That 1st night was hell but the rest of the days have been progressively easier with her asking for the Bobo less and less. She still wants to snuggle up with her blankie and I am completely alright with that.