Detox

You know the scenes in movies where someone is coming off heroine and you see them practically crawling up the walls, hallucinating, screaming, foaming at the mouth?


Yeah.

That's pretty much the scene we have here a couple of times a day now that we've taken away Lily's pacifier. She lost it by accident last week, and so she had to call it quits cold-turkey whether she wanted to or not, whether we wanted to or not. We were almost ready to quit, but I think it would have been better to wait another couple of months. We made it through the worst of it and once she got over the "wall" she was doing great. Then Grace found it and with great joy returned it to its rightful owner. Lily was so happy, Grace was so proud of herself for finding it (at the bottom of the toy box). The lost had been found. Grace, of course, had no idea that she was re-introducing a very powerful drug to her baby sister. Since we'd already started the process and told Lily firmly the paci was gone for good, I had to take it away (when she wasn't looking). And so, this morning, we deal with the addict-coming-clean scenes all over again. Poor Lily. I liken this to if I tried to quit drinking coffee in the morning (or, rather, if someone forced me to), and, as I said a couple of posts ago, I'm gonna be giving this kid a break- and a hug.