In Mourning for Beya

Ugh, I thought we weren’t going to have withdrawals!

Remember these guys?

A week ago, we finally got rid of them. You can read about that here. In that post, I talked about how I managed to get Beya away from Joshua and how he did very little in the way of asking for it, aside from “Beya gone. Beya bye-bye.” Through the entire week, he’d ask for it occasionally but go to sleep without fighting for it. I thought we were finally home free. We even went to Build-a-Bear and stuffed an animal together! (Full disclosure: I stuffed Beya into the animal when Joshua was watching a birthday party happen inside the store, so he has no idea that it’s inside.) It’s such a cute little animal, too; Joshua chose the Cute Caramel Pup and we named it, inevitably, Beya.

Here’s No-Pants Man with Beya Pup.

So we bought the dog and brought him home, thinking (or should I say, hoping?) that Joshua would accept it as a substitute and continue sleeping normally.

Oh, how I wish that were the case.

Over the last two or three days, it’s been like drug rehab around Casa Read-at-Home Mama. I’m talking full-blown screaming, crying, where-the-hell-is-my-Beya cocaine withdrawals. Joshua won’t stop talking about the binky and his sleep has been so bad that The Hubby has been bringing him into our bed to sleep…which means I’ve been sleeping in Joshua’s bed. I’m 5’2″ and his bed is a twin-size mattress, so that’s not a big deal; the problem is that the mattress is firm, and the bed that Hubs and I share is softer, so my sleep has not been great. I tend to be sore and moody when I don’t sleep well, which bodes poorly for Joshua during the day.

But this isn’t about me, this is about my son and his seemingly utter inability to sleep in his own bed without Beya. When we last met with his pediatrician, she mentioned that there would be some rough nights at first because we were taking away something he relied on to help him sleep for two years. What I didn’t expect was to take it away and have him inadvertently trick us into thinking he’d be okay without it by sleeping decently for a week, only to then lose his mind at the very idea of having to go to bed without Beya a week after he stopped using it!

I hope the shakes and cold sweats don’t come next. I may well lose my mind if they do. Here’s hoping that the era of the Beya truly goes bye-bye and sleep returns to my little boy soon!