Passing on the Pass and This Too Shall Pass

Yesterday when Madie woke up from her nap, she was trying to talk to me and I couldn't understand a word she said. So, I told her to throw her pacifier (she calls it a pass) away so I could understand her. She said "okay" and preceded to get up and head to the diaper pale to throw it away. I asked her if she had rather put it back in her bed or throw it away and she chose to throw it away. I couldn't believe it.....but knew for sure that she had no idea what she had just done and the consequences it would have ...until bedtime. She only uses her "pass" at nap time and bedtime. So, knowing what I know about my daughter, I got her "pass" washed it without her knowing (the diaper champ was never turned so it never entered the dirty diaper zone) and put it in a basket in her room where she would never find it.

When bedtime came, she did great! Yes, she asked for "pass" but hubby and I both reminded her that she had thrown it away. A night without pass----I can't believe it!

So, morning comes and about 5:30am I hear Madie calling for me. "Momma, mere!" louder and louder it gets. Hubby goes in to check on her and she pitches a fit for me. So, I go get her and put her in the bed with me---15 minutes later she starts throwing up and does so every 15-20 minutes until 9:45am, when I leave to take her to the Dr. to find out what's wrong with her. On the way to the Dr. she decided she wants to eat goldfish and drink juice and is looking as if she is starting to feel better---I head to the Dr. anyway---just in case.

Turns out she has a stomach bug----great---another one! But, this time it is supposed to be one of those "short-lived" ones.

When I went to put Madie down for the nap this afternoon--I could tell that she did not feel well and she began to ask for "pass." I reminded her again that she had thrown it away and that it was all gone and she started to cry and say "Momma, I need pass," in the most pitiful way and began to cry the kind of cry that creates big elephant tears. It broke my heart.

I hate to admit it----I caved---I was not strong---I failed her as a parent---She's in the bed right now sucking away on her "pass" as I sit her writing this blog. Maybe I can get her to throw it away again----and maybe my timing will be a little better.