I am not against using a pacifier. It was one of the only saving graces for surviving our first year with The Hurricane. However, it also became our downfall because she would drop the stupid thing. All Night Long. I spent more effort trying to plug her up than I would have if she just learned to self-soothe. She also became so addicted that her withdrawals were like dealing with a little cocaine addict. The whole thing has left a bad taste in my mouth. A bad plastic kinda taste.
I have been losing the Binky Wars at our house. Bode really hasn’t taken to it like Haddie, which makes me inclined to just skip out all together. Jamie and my parents, however, have been trying to stuff that thing in his mouth at the first squawk he makes.
During a discussion on the matter last week, Jamie revealed his true intentions. Y’see at the time, I was camping out in Bode’s room at night. You know. Before I was “generously” invited back into our bedroom to start on baby #3. Yeah, right. Anyhew, the conversation:
Me: “I just don’t think it’s worth it. He’s not nearly as fussy as Haddie and we’ll just have to put it back in his mouth over and over again.”
Jamie: “Just to reiterate, who is going to put the binky back in his mouth?”
Me: “I am, since I’m sleeping in his room right now.”
Jamie: “Exactly. And that’s why I think we should do it.”
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