The time has arrived. Alex is now 18 months old and his world has been turned upside down. Last Friday we took away his soother!! Now before the cries of ‘oh he’s still only a baby…’ ‘how could you, that’s so cruel (actual quotes from my sister), we have done this for a very good reason. He still isn’t talking!!
At 18 months most children should have around 50 words, Alex has about two. We have worried about this for quite a while and been in contact with our Public Health Nurse who agrees that he is behind and has issued a referral for Speech and Language Therapy.
So we took the path less travelled and have taken away his much beloved ‘doody’ in an attempt to get him to use his sounds and words more and it’s working!!
Now it hasn’t been without its troubles, the poor child looked very confused when I took him out of bed on Saturday morning and removed the plastic stop cock from his mouth. He cried until I gave him some food and then peace was restored.
There were a few dodgy moments throughout the day, when he was searching around himself for something to plug the hole, his little friend was nowhere to be found. Again tears. But he was using more sounds and mimicking our words. He even began to use ‘Hiya’ of his own accord, which is so encouraging.
Now we aren’t total monsters, he still gets it at bedtime, we aren’t crazy. The little shite wouldn’t go asleep without it and ain’t nobody got time for that!
This isn’t our first time taking away the precious soother at an early age. Daisy had significant issues with her lungs when she was a toddler and when she was also 18 months old we had to take it away all together to help her breathe easier. Now she was a lot more willing to surrender her Tommee Tippie BFF, and got used to being without it within a matter of days*.
Alex, however, is a different kettle of fish and I feel the removal of his will be quite the struggle. I don’t mind him having it at night for the next few months but it will be going full time within the next few months even if I must fight him for it. So, while listening to my mother and sisters tell me how mean I am, I will don my mammy armour and prepare for battle.
*Daisy is now obsessed with soothers and would sit there all day with one in her mouth if I let her, which is mad seing as she would have zero memory of ever having one! I do not let her.