Resisting nap time. June 2012.
It's so funny to look back at those early days of Alice's life knowing what we know now. How we said what we were and were not going to do as new parents. How we planned to calm and pacifiy our new baby. How things that just seemed so important before she arrived and have now totally fallen by the wayside. For instance, I remember my husband and I being pretty adamant about not using a pacifier for Alice, at least for the first few weeks. You know, for fear of nipple confusion or difficulty latching or ultimately creating a habit that would be difficult to break.
And then fast-forward to the 24-hours after Alice was born.
After the blissful sleepy-and-in-awe newborn state dissipated, we had a hungry and uncertain and screaming baby in our arms. We stuck to our guns for the first two days of Alice's life, forgoing the offered pacifier from the nurses who could see the new parent determination behind our overly tired eyes. Then, at 3AM, after Lee's pinky finger had been withered into a prune from Alice's sucking and with my nipples in need of a break from her little mouth, we caved and begged for one of those rubber miracle workers.
And then Alice slept. And we slept. And everyone was happy.
And now, at three months, Alice still uses a pacifier but only to help her fall asleep for naps. Have we created a monster by giving her a pacifier? Who knows. And honestly, who cares. I used a pacifier as a baby. My sisters and brother did, too. And guess what? We are all fine. No lasting damage.
For the most part, anyway.
Alice's new favorite toy. June 2012.