Sofia has had a chucho since the day she was born. Earlier this year we had weaned her down to just using it during naps, bedtimes, or when we knew she was really exhausted and just needed to calm down. We have gone through so many chuchos this year and when we got down to one I just thought “when this one gets lost we will be done with chuchos”. That was two months ago. I can’t even keep track of my shoes so I was shocked when we managed to hang on to that one little chucho for weeks.
The other night Sofia had woken up in the middle of the night so I brought her back to our bed. She fell asleep immediately but I was kept up with the blissful wheezing of a chucho with a whole in it. I finally fell asleep only to be woken up moments later by Sofia looking for the lost chucho. Exhausted, the next morning I decided that was it. Friday night we were going cold turkey. No more chuchos. I thought this would give us a buffer for two screaming nights and hopefully she would be getting some sleep by Sunday night.
Bean never ceases to amaze me. The first night she cried for a couple minutes, then asked “the Great Pumpkin took my chucho?” and I said “uh, sure, yea”, and she rolled over and went to sleep. She woke up in the middle of the night really upset but a small snack and a quick snuggle with Daddy and she was all good. Since then she will ask once before bed for chucho but that is it. I was prepared for a fight and she is taking it like a pro. It makes me a tad sad as it is the end of her being a baby. I think about how she is turning three in a few weeks and my little bean is growing up. And then she throws the mother or all tantrums and I think maybe, just maybe, she has a little toddler left in her.