Don’t be a dummy: Ditching the pacifiers

Parenting and life

I admit that, before I had kids, I did kind of judge the use of dummies.

Not vocally; I’m not a complete arsehole. But I didn’t like the look of them and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be using them.

But then, as you know, my first baby was born and she was an actual real life baby who was screamy, refluxy and needy as babies tend to be, and suddenly I must say that the idea of a little contraption which could make this unpleasant noise cease, and stop her from torturing my poor nipples (albeit briefly) became an extremely attractive option.

They also help protect against SIDS, so I was informed, so after several days of non-stop feeding interspersed with a lot of high pitched wailing, I used this fact to persuade my similarly disposed husband that we NEEDED to use them.

My daughter was an excellent dummy user.

The glow in the dark dummy was the ultimate saviour and when, aged around 4 months (I think??) she learned to put her own dummy back in it was bloody AMAZING.

From there, she eventually learned to get herself back to sleep at night and around six or seven months, once she had stopped nightfeeds, she slept through the night for the first time with help from the magical dummy.

The expert “advice” is to get rid of the dummy, along with bottles, by a year.

I know precisely zero people who have managed to stick to this.

They are ever so effective at combating toddler whinge in the buggy or car and especially useful if nap fighting has occurred which most toddlers are very practised in, and let’s face it, life is hard enough with a one year old.

Pick your battles, right?

And thus, the big one still had her dummy for bedtime and naps well past a year. She was extremely attached to it, and I was a bit worried that she would have it forever, so scared was I at removing it and potentially screwing up her good sleep, which had been a hard won battle.

However as she approached her second birthday, we had the fortune that an opportunity presented itself in the form of croup (every cloud!), and she found that couldn’t breathe with a dummy in – so we kicked her when while she was down¬†took them away (we were going to have a shit few nights anyway, might as well kill two birds with one sleep deprived stone) and never looked back.

The small one never really took to his dummy in the same way.

Just another example of something I though would be easier this time around, no guilt, no worry – dummies packed in the hospital bag just in case… and he laughed (or more accurately, screamed) in my face.

He didn’t take to any newborn dummies (I bought and tried them all) and it wasn’t until my wonderful problem-solving firstborn shoved hers in his gob while I was momentarily distracted that I found he would accept the 6m+¬†dummies. God knows what that says about my nipples.

Now, the dummies are about the only thing that keep him from 24-hour whinging (although if he’s committed, he will take it out in order to whine). And before the sanctimonious part of you wants to yell at me to give him a cuddle or bake cakes with him or sing to him instead, he whinges because he is tired, yet he will not sleep. He is a div.

On the odd occasion that he has slept in past – oooh, maybe 6am? – he really is a lovely, cheeky little boy.

This is however very rare, and for my own sanity I do give in to the dummy much more than I had every really anticipated – not while I’m out, I don’t usually take it with me, but when we’re home.

Additionally he’s excellent at opening doors and using stools to get at things so quite often he just appears with a dummy in, and I don’t always have the heart to take them off of him after he’s displayed such marvellous skills of ingenuity and creativity.

But I have just realised that we are coming up to that time; he will be two in a little over two months, and that was my aim. One month left. He probably wouldn’t understand the concept of a present, or a dummy fairy or a dummy tree. It’s cold turkey, or nothing.

Unfortunately this time around we have the additional complications that a) the two share a room and a restless night for him means a restless night for her and in turn hell on earth for everyone and b) he is absolutely capable of getting out of bed, opening his door and standing at the top of the stairs and screaming. When we finally pick up the courage and take the plunge, I fear we may be in for a long, fraught week.*

When did you ditch the dummy?

How did you do it?

*UPDATE: We did it! Or more accurately, my parents did. We sent the two off to Nanny and Grandads for a ‘holiday’. They didn’t dig thoroughly enough through the bag and thought we hadn’t packed any dummies and voila, it was done. Just like that. Worth stressing over? Not even worth the time it took to write this post really. Hey ho!

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