I remember when the nurses at the hospital asked if they could give Greta a pacifier while she was in the nursery. “Uhh, sure?,” I replied. I was really so UNsure. In the following weeks and even now I wonder, “Did they ever REALLY succeed in giving her a binky?” Greta and a pacifier just did not go together for the first 7-8 weeks of life. She would have nothing to do with it. There was no (pardon me) “nipple confusion” whatsoever. If she would cry, we would attempt to pop a Nuk in her and she would cry harder…and then it changed. Suddenly and drastically. We didn’t realize how important that pacifier was to Grits (One of her many nicknames) until we forgot it on a grocery shopping trip. After realizing on the way to Super Walmart that I had forgotten her binky, Chris suggested we turn around. “Nah,” I said, “she’ll be fine, I think.” Well, she was fine–until we got in the doors. The crying started. I offered my finger, NO. We tried covering and uncovering her carseat. Nothing would calm her. So we tried ignoring it. I suck at that. I cannot hear Greta crying for more than 2 minutes without pulling out all of the stops to make her happy again. So we caved and purchased a package of 2 Nuk pacifiers for around $4.00 to add to our huge collection we already had at home. Meh.
My mother would never spend that kinda money on a binky. No, she had a different way to do things. The story goes that when my oldest sister, Krissy, was a baby my mother would calm her with chicken bones. Yes, the leftover bones from the chicken they had for dinner. Even while in the grocery store, my mom would give Krissy a chicken bone to suck on to keep quiet. Once, a fellow grocery shopper exclaimed, “Who gave that child a chicken bone!?” My mom tried her best to look surprised and grabbed it from Krissy like she had no idea where it came from.
The past few days we have learned that if Greta wakes up before 5 am, we can give her a pacifier and she’ll go back to sleep. What!? I love this! If I could go back to that time in the hospital where the nurses asked me if they could give her a binky? I would change my answer to “Heck yeah! And don’t come back until she loves it. And bring me some chicken!”