Thursday, July 26, 2012

Trajectory

Yesterday morning, we had a code red alert. And I mean R.E.D. The green "Soothie" pacifier from the hospital--that everybody and their dog told me I needed to hold onto for dear life--popped out of my newborn's mouth, dropped to the hardwood floor, and rolled heaven knows where (but definitely out of my sight).

Like I said, code RED, since I currently have a little Paci Addict on my hands.

After about 2.5 seconds of trying to locate said Soothie--whilst on my hands and knees with my screaming newborn assaulting my eardrums as she tilted right along with me at a precarious angle--I gave up. And busted open the backup pacifiers I'd purchased before she was born.

End result: the new pacifier has officially replaced the old.

But before I tell you why, here's a snapshot of both, side-by-side.

New pacifier on left, old Soothie on right:




Now, why, might you ask, has the new pacifier won out?

The answer is simple: the roll trajectory!!!

The old Soothie--while rubbery soft and, well, soothing in nature--is ROUND, which means that every freaking time it falls to the ground (which is about a thousand times a day), it rolls a mile away from me. And half the time, it rolls underneath furniture where it's ridiculously hard to reach.

Conversely, the new pacifier is decidedly not round, and therefore, just sort of plops to the ground when it falls. And that's pretty much the best thing in the world for a new mom who has hardwood floors in about 75% of her house.

So, out with the old, in with the new.

Next up: teaching my infant to keep the pacifier in her mouth, all by her lonesome. Believe it or not, she's actually working on it. Half the time now, she props her little fist against it to keep it from falling out. But when it does fall out, she tries really, really hard to locate it again (usually near the crook of her neck), and one time last night, she actually managed to get it back. And that, my friends, makes for a very happy baby.



P.S. Apologies to anyone reading who's vehemently against pacifiers. I'm vehemently against the ringing in my ears that's caused by incessant crying that can easily be ended with this handy, dandy piece of plastic for the time being.

P.P.S. Yes, I know I need to go buy the new pacifier in a more feminine color. Orange ain't so great. Especially for a Sooner.

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