It's been almost six months and already, I have broken every damn parenting standard I set myself.
"I'll never give my baby a dummy"
"I'll never give my baby formula"
"I'll never give my baby jars of baby food".
You guessed it; failed once more.
It's not until you become a parent, and are actually in shitty nappies up to your eyeballs, that you find yourself doing the things you swore you would never do.
The dummy. The dummy saved our sanity when brand new baby woke every hour on the hour through the night. After a couple of weeks we realised that baby didn't need feeding every time he woke; sometimes he just wanted comfort and the dummy offered him that. Waking up 8 times instead of 10 times in the night may not sound like a significant triumph, but an extra 30 minutes kip for the sleep-deprived new parents is like winning the lottery. Twice.
Yes the plastic thing looked alien and wrong in my babies mouth the first time I stuck it in, and yes I cried at my own failings as a parent, but I got over it pretty quickly when I saw how he took to it.
I'm not exaggerating when I say it changed our lives.
I spent a fortune on orthodontic dummies, as I thought that was the best ting to do, but my baby hated them. He would only use the mega cheap cherry-ended ones.
My favourites are the cute animal ones from Boots where a pack of 2 is only 2 quid.
I am well aware that the 'dummy bashers' will tell me I am only making a rod for my own back and that I might struggle to wean him off it in the future.
To them I say:
I will cross that dummy-weaning bridge when I come to it. At around 18 months I hope I will have emerged from the other side of new parenthood and will be well equipped to deal with that later.
But for now, sleep is the most important thing to me. I can't parent on no sleep .
I'll take the risk.
I'll take anything right now.
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