Pacifiers – Dodo? Dody? Dummy?
We gave The Chops a pacifier when he was about a month old I’d say. Given his reflux he needed the comfort of sucking on something all the time. I mean ALL THE TIME. He loved it, right from the get go. It was love at first suck. I did the usual stressing about his teeth and his this and that, I can’t even remember half the things I worried about but I remember thinking that I was evil for being unable to comfort him when a fat rubber teet could. I eventually got over feeling like the only mother in a 200 mile radius that used a dummy.
As his the reflux calmed down, the need for the pacifier did not. I clipped it to his bibs, his coats, his lapels (this kids got style). If I was without one when we left the house I was queasy at the thought of him realising it was gone and crying desperately for his dody. I was morto that in most of my sisters wedding pictures he’s sucking on a dummy.
At night his dummy became part of his night time routine bath, milk, swaddle, dummy (he was allllll about the comforters, he’s still a big snuggle puff) bed. We’d crawl out of bed in the middle of the night and scrabble around in the basket or cot trying to get a hold of the little plastic dream maker, relived to stop the crying with something so simple.
As he’s got older, he’s less reliant on his dummy to settle. It’s more of an out of sight out of mind situation. If he’s not got it, he’s not bothered, but if he spies it on the side board he’s like an addict needing a fix, reaching out and excitedly kicking repeating DODO DODO DODO DODO over and over until it’s with his grasp. He’s picked up a few techniques for getting it in there too. He doesn’t need his hands, he goes straight in there leaning mouth open as if he was in a pie eating competition and his hands were tied behind his back.
Then there’s the one with the dody in the pram. Where he just rolls it around between his fingers and thumb over the edge of the pushchair. I’m never really comfortable that it’s not going over. Seen as how I can’t stand the feeling of it in my mouth I live in hope that it won’t land on the floor out of the house!
Wherever he is, whatever he’s doing it guaranteed that he can locate a dody from that position, even when I think I’ve collected them all up to
hide sterilise. More than anything, if he’s happy, I’m happy. If a pacifier makes him happy, then fine!