Moments when Isaac is napping and the house is completely still and quiet. Moments when I go into his room to check on him, and he's sucking his thumb, with his puppy dog firmly planted under his arm, and his security blankie in his hand (the same hand that he's sucking on his thumb), and he is peaceful and content. And all seems right with the world.Isaac has been off the bottle for around 3 months now. Taking it away was much easier than I had anticipated. I had no plans on doing it, until I took him in for his 2 year well child check-up, and our pediatrician asked me if he still sucked a pacifier. I told him that Isaac is a thumb sucker. Then he asked me the dreaded question, "Well by any chance does he take a bottle to fall asleep with?" I was caught, red handed. I made my confession to the pediatrician, at which point he told me that Isaac's soft palette was showing signs of damage, and his front teeth were also showing signs of decay. That was enough to make me realize it was time... I took the bottle away the next day, and he didn't even cry. He asked for it, and I told him there was no more bottle. But on the 4th day when I put him to bed and he asked for the bottle, I almost gave in when I saw his bottom lip turn down and start to quiver. He started crying. It wasn't a screaming, mad cry. It was a sad, I miss my baba, cry. Within another day or 2, he stopped asking, and my heart sank a little. Now I missed the bottle; Isaac's last bottle was MY last bottle too.
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