Sleepless in Somerville
She is totally dependent on them for sleeping. She has been almost since the first week she was born. We never use them outside of the crib or car. But now, we just have to stop and she is Not. Happy. About. It.
I was getting her ready for bed and she asked for her passy and I went to give it to her and saw the bite marks in it. She threw it in the trash herself and I explained that we were out of binkies and that was it. So we've been sitting in the den across the hall from her room listening to her cry for us for almost two hours. When we go in, it seems to make her even more upset. Whichever one of us goes in, she wants the other one. But Rich finally went in and lay down with her on the futon and put her back in her bed and she seems to have settled for the moment.
We'll get through this. I just wish she'd let me comfort her at times like this.