intended before the expectations of superwomen made you feel like your house needed to be in order before your first cup of tea. It's not his fault. I understand his needs I just can't fulfil them 100% of the time.
It's his screaming that I need to curb because I can't do the tasks I need to do with normal blood pressure whilst I watch veins protrude from my baby boy's forehead. I doesn't help that the Boy was born with fully functioning tear ducts so has been crying, run down your face, tears since day 1! So last weekend, after hosting the most shambolic BBQ, the dad went to get a dummy. We tried this with Booboo but either our reservations or her unwillingness to comply meant we soon gave up. The Boy however took quite willingly and broke his 13 hour straight feeding/screaming session and fell asleep for over an hour. I then splashed about with Booboo in the paddling pool and devoured the left over BBQ food.
I feel guilty about dummy use but I don't know why? Why do I feel like I've given up? Maybe because cave women didn't have them and therefore I'm not being natural? That's a crap argument as I push my kid in a buggy and change him using disposable nappies. Maybe it's because Booboo didn't have one and I am already feeling like standards of parenting are slipping in the Guilty House. And why do I feel like a dummy is reinforcement of slipping standards? What school of thought ever started that ridiculous notion?
On the upside, I wrote this post on my phone sat in the sunny park, eating a sausage sandwich whilst the Boy drifted off with the aid of the dummy.
So a dummy sometimes means my boy doesn't scream for so long, I am not feeding every 45 minutes and I can play with my daughter. The dummy is therefore the best thing for the family as a whole but why do I feel a bit sad about it?