They all had them before we even left the hospital if I remember correctly!
Before I had children I thought that dummies were a terrible thing. Bad for speech development. Bad for teeth development. Americans call them 'pacifiers'. Why do we want to 'pacify' our babies? I thought. Why indeed...
But in those first few days, when my unsettled newborns did what babies do, cried, loudly and persistently, I called upon the Happy Baby to get me through.
Nugget took to his well enough. It became part of his complicated settling ritual. We got rid of it at 9 months when his repeated night-waking for a 'dummy plug' added more fuel to his already poor sleep habit fire. He was too needy. The dummy had to go. He went down fighting.
Dew Drop wasn't much of a fan of his dummy. Some days he would, some days he wouldn't. We persisted until he was about 6 months and then we stopped. He couldn't have cared less.
The Minx never really took to hers. She came out screaming and I tried, oh how I tried to get her to take a dummy. It was as big as her face and she spat it out as quickly as it went in. There was no bonding. She found her thumb at about 6 weeks and hasn't looked back.
Doo Dah was a whole other story. The dummy was Doo Dah's first real love. He learnt to self-cater early, never argued about only having it for sleep times and was never any trouble. His eyes lit up when he spotted them. You just had to mention 'dummers' and he was as happy as Larry to pop into bed for a sleep. He always had more than one; usually one in his mouth, and one in each hand.
We held off from removing them for fear that he would develop sleep problems without it! Bucky teeth? Whatevs.
Months became years and before we knew it, Doo Dah was approaching four and still had his dummies! How did that happen?
He promised he would give them up after this Ben 10 Birthday party for his 4th birthday. Nope.
He promised he would leave them at home when we went to Fiji. Nope.
He promised he would leave them in Fiji for the Fijian kids. And he did.
I dreaded the first night sans dummy. But I needn't have. Not a peep.
And for the past 24 nights, Doo Dah has slotted into his bed, had a chat about his day, listened to a bedtime story, and then fallen asleep. No dummies. No worries.
Another source of parental guilt removed.
What are your thoughts on dummies?
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