requiem for a baba…

IMG_1230In general we are pretty good parents. We do a lot of activities with Leo, we make sure he brushes his teeth, gets enough sleep, we read to him alot, etc.- you know the important stuff… However, one area where we have seriously failed is the bottle or “baba” as it is still called around here.

The dentist, the doctor, all of the experts say that you need to get your kid off the bottle around one, and no later than 18 months… and here we are at 2 1/2 sucking down liters of milk through a plastic nipple every week.

The problem with the bottle is that it just makes everything so damn easy.  When Leo wakes up from his nap and he’s in a terrible mood, he has his bottle and the problem is solved.  When he wakes up at three in the morning and has a screaming fit, we give him a bottle and he goes back to sleep. The bottle is magic.

I knew that it was time to let it go, so at 2AM when Leo woke up and had a fit for no apparent reason and asked for his beloved baba I said “no.”  That’s not a word that normally gets a great reaction around our house and it was no different on his particular night.  Leo rolled around in our bed like a junkie begging for his bottle for over 2 hours.  It was a constant cry of “Dadeeee, baba pleeeaaase!,” “Mama, baba pleeeaaase,” and “I neeeeed baba” for hours.  At certain points, he even forgot what he wanted and was begging for Yo Gabba Gabba, cheese and sparkling water and all sorts of other random things that would have probably been amusing if it wasn’t almost sunrise.  Eventually, he fell asleep.

And that was the end of it.  He’s mentioned the bottle in passing, but he hasn’t begged for it or protested when I say, “big boys don’t drink from bottles, they drink from cups.” So even though that one night totally sucked, it was worth it to be done with the bottle, once and for all.

Now I just have to worry about that thumb he loves so much…

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2 thoughts on “requiem for a baba…

  1. It’s amazing how one agonizing, seemingly endless night can get yield lasting results, huh? I remember at least four nights like that! And as for the thumb. . . Both John and I were thumb suckers. I remember my parents telling me how they tried the alum method on me – And John’s dad went so far as to put his arm in a splint so that he couldn’t put his thumb in his mouth! We both eventually stopped on our own, before we started school.

  2. Pingback: Bottle Drama | a lovely mess

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