Throw that pacifier away......puhleeease
I saw it drop down onto the floor with a "thak". The young, weary mother picked it up, rubbed it on her pants, and stuffed it back into her toddler's mouth before she starts wailing. The lil' girl, now in a somewhat playful mood, plucked it out of her mouth and threw it down onto the floor again. Her mom, waiting for take-away food, picked it up again and repeated the "cleaning" routine. As soon as it's in her mouth, out it came and down onto the floor again it landed.
Somewhat annoyed with her daughter's antic, she smacked her face and the poor girl immediately launched into what seems to me like a wailathon. With tears flooding down her pretty smudgy face. Her loud cries reverberated throughout the small, densely packed coffee-shop; much to the annoyance of the hungry lunch crowd. By this time, the young mother can be heard shouting and cussing loudly at her daughter, oblivious to the glares and displeasure shown on the faces of the coffee-shop's patrons.
This is one rare Sunday lunch scenario unfolding before me. All i can think of is, why is that little girl still sucking away on the pacifier? Gordon doesn't need one and had never needed one before. When i was pregnant with him, i bought him one. And no, i had no intention on giving it to him. I only wanted to snap a picture of him with a pacifier in his mouth for keep sake.
To me, a pacifier serves only one purpose as it's name indicates- to pacify a crying baby; to shut him up at the very sign of distress. I know that very young infants need to suck on something to comfort himself, but is the pacifier the only choice available to him? But to Gordon, its a toy. Something small enough for his then tiny hands to hold on to.
Maybe, i'm lucky. Gordon's seldom cries when he came home from the hospital. It was only during his brief stay at the hospital where he was born that he cried a lot. The nurses there inform me everytime i walk over to the nursery to breastfeed Gordon. Tells me that my son refuse to settle down. Well, he stops crying as soon as i pick him up. I made a mistake by not telling them not to bottle-feed my son when i was admitted. Maybe he was calling out to me to tell them not to give him anymore formula and he only wanted to be with his mama.
Gordon was delivered via c-sect. But not once did the pain stop me from picking him up everytime he cried out for me or wanting to nurse. All i know of is that he's been snuggling comfortably in me for the past nine months, and suddenly, he's out. Free from the confines and comfort of my womb. He must be feeling lost.
I dont subscribe to the shitty piece of "let-him-cry-it-out, he'll get-used-to-it" advice. To me, that's crap. Would you like it when no one responds to your cries for help. How would you feel? Unloved? Unwanted? Scared? My neighbours used to ask me why they hardly ever hear Gordon's cries. That's becouse i'm always there for him. I respond to him immediately at the very first sign of distress. I think he feels very secure that way. Confident that his mama will always be there for him.
I love cuddling Gordon. I cuddle him whenever i can. And i'm always rewarded with a smile and coos of joy. Time flies when you are a parent. Gordon will be turning two soon. I still carry him a lot though he now weighs a ton and breaks my back. I'll carry him for as long as i can. I'll leave it to him to decide when he's had enough.
Somewhat annoyed with her daughter's antic, she smacked her face and the poor girl immediately launched into what seems to me like a wailathon. With tears flooding down her pretty smudgy face. Her loud cries reverberated throughout the small, densely packed coffee-shop; much to the annoyance of the hungry lunch crowd. By this time, the young mother can be heard shouting and cussing loudly at her daughter, oblivious to the glares and displeasure shown on the faces of the coffee-shop's patrons.
This is one rare Sunday lunch scenario unfolding before me. All i can think of is, why is that little girl still sucking away on the pacifier? Gordon doesn't need one and had never needed one before. When i was pregnant with him, i bought him one. And no, i had no intention on giving it to him. I only wanted to snap a picture of him with a pacifier in his mouth for keep sake.
To me, a pacifier serves only one purpose as it's name indicates- to pacify a crying baby; to shut him up at the very sign of distress. I know that very young infants need to suck on something to comfort himself, but is the pacifier the only choice available to him? But to Gordon, its a toy. Something small enough for his then tiny hands to hold on to.
Maybe, i'm lucky. Gordon's seldom cries when he came home from the hospital. It was only during his brief stay at the hospital where he was born that he cried a lot. The nurses there inform me everytime i walk over to the nursery to breastfeed Gordon. Tells me that my son refuse to settle down. Well, he stops crying as soon as i pick him up. I made a mistake by not telling them not to bottle-feed my son when i was admitted. Maybe he was calling out to me to tell them not to give him anymore formula and he only wanted to be with his mama.
Gordon was delivered via c-sect. But not once did the pain stop me from picking him up everytime he cried out for me or wanting to nurse. All i know of is that he's been snuggling comfortably in me for the past nine months, and suddenly, he's out. Free from the confines and comfort of my womb. He must be feeling lost.
I dont subscribe to the shitty piece of "let-him-cry-it-out, he'll get-used-to-it" advice. To me, that's crap. Would you like it when no one responds to your cries for help. How would you feel? Unloved? Unwanted? Scared? My neighbours used to ask me why they hardly ever hear Gordon's cries. That's becouse i'm always there for him. I respond to him immediately at the very first sign of distress. I think he feels very secure that way. Confident that his mama will always be there for him.
I love cuddling Gordon. I cuddle him whenever i can. And i'm always rewarded with a smile and coos of joy. Time flies when you are a parent. Gordon will be turning two soon. I still carry him a lot though he now weighs a ton and breaks my back. I'll carry him for as long as i can. I'll leave it to him to decide when he's had enough.
3 comments:
Don't you just wish you can walk over and give a 'phiak' on the mom's face? LOL! There are lots of women like that, very annoyed with their small kids.
Ya, man. Should've done it. That'll surely make my day.
I think you are doing great....BUUUUTTTT....pleeeeeaaaseeee....don't raise another man that needs to be sucking a tit at 29 years old. Dependance on mommy = needy mate that doesn't know how to be a MAN.
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