So it all started at the dentist a week and a half before when they suggested it was time to get rid of it. Teague was VERY upset with Dr Greg for saying that and telling me that he wanted to leave (the dentist) because "...that's naughty. He cant say that! I am not going to throw away my guk guk" So he adamently did not want to talk about it and now looking back I am sure he overheard Ryan and I talking about when to do it. I came up with this grand plan that he turns 3 1/2 on January 14th and that we would have a mini birthday party to celebrate that he is a big boy now and that when you are 3 1/2 it's time to throw out the guk guk. So anyway, I had been prepping him for being 3 1/2 and that he would get cake, ice cream, pizza party and that we would be going to the water park to celebrate no more guk guk and being a big boy (yada yada yada). He was cool with it all and thought it would be fun, but was quick to add that once he got home from the water park that he would get his guk guk back. Yeah, this is going to be tough, I thought. So the party was to take place on Saturday. So last Wednesday I had to take the kids into St Cloud with me for an appt. Typically Teague would have his guk guk in the car, but he never asked for it, not once. By the time we got home that evening it was 7 pm and he had not had it all day long and he asked for it. So on a whim I said "no, I am sorry there are no more guk guks. I took them to the hospital today and I gave them to the babies there. They need guk guks." Oh Lord. I thought I was going to die of heartbreak listening to this little boy cry over what was up to this point in his short life, the most traumatic thing to happen to him. It was honestly awful. And it was bathtime/bedtime and Ryan would not be home to help me through this. It was horrible. He just sobbed and hyperventilated. He didn't want to be held. So I got Lola ready and checked on this poor boy off and on and tried to console him. I honestly was just planning to let him cry himself off to sleep in his clothes, no bath, no nighttime pull up, nothing. I would just pick up the pieces in the morning. I felt terrible. At one point the smart little cookie got all happy and said "MAMA! I know, Daddy has a guk guk in his car!" To which I had to dash his hope once again and tell him that Daddy took that guk guk to the babies at the hospital as well....and the sobs worsened. (and I do have a short video clip of the whole fiasco because I didn't think Ryan should "get off scott free" not hearing/seeing the whole debacle - which I didn't feel would be very nice of me to post here)! Off and on I would hear him say "I don't WANT the babies to have them" or "I don't want him to say that" (referring to Dr Greg from a week and a half prior!) So after Lola went to bed he finally let me pick him up and hold him to which he sniffed a few times (it had been an hour of tears) and he said, "I am 3 1/2 now. I don't need a guk guk." and that was it. I have not heard another word uttered about it! After that he has been in an exceptionally good mood (we had been dealing with a moody, sassy boy for the past week) and I think that he knew it would be coming (us taking away his guk guk) but he didn't know when and once it was done and over with he could just move on. He honestly just has always been so easy going with changes in his life, takes them and then moves on.......now Lola; not. so. much. Anyway, he is a big boy and we are SO proud of him. So on Saturday we celebrated and he had a great time. (check out his cute 3 1/2 party picture of him on the right side of the blog)
Lola LOVED the water and the water park. Ryan and I agree that SHE will be the child that needs to be watched (aka: the alarm on the pool door activated because she will try to get out to the pool this summer without supervision)!
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holy cow- I don't know if we are ready for this! i seriously had tears in my eyes for little teague): way to go mama!
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