There’s been a bit of a change in the Baby Z household over the last 3 days. We’ve banned the dummy.
This is a major move for us as Baby Z has been somewhat addicted to it, resembling a little boy version of Maggie from the Simpsons. I kept having good intentions about getting rid but then always let him have it at the first sign of tears. Then, 3 days ago my dentist friend saw signs of changes to his two front teeth, possibly caused by the pressure of dummy sucking. Arrrrrrgh!!!
So. It’s been instantly stopped, with a bit of dummy respite just as he falls asleep at night. So far, so good…ish!
Then yesterday we went to visit a friend who’s had a baby girl. Part of me was fascinated with what Baby Zs reaction would be to see a tiny new born. He was very wide eyed and hovered around at a slight distance, before reaching out and gently shaking her wrist. It was such a lovely sight and made me wonder whether we should be having another one of our own in the near future. That little moment ended when the gorgeous newborn decided to have a very loud crying session.
Baby Z stared for a few seconds and then decided to follow suit and cry equally loudly. For ages. This is when I miss the dummy the most. Nothing would placate him.
Instead, every time he glanced back at the newborn he would relive the moment she exercised her lungs and burst into tears again. (Cue a flurry of questions from the other folk in the room: “Is he tired? Is he hungry? Is not well? Did you not give him Calpol today?).
Eh? A daily dose of calpol?
That last one always amuses me a bit. There is one person within our social circle that thinks that you should give babies a bit of Calpol every day “to keep them going”. Everytime this suggestion comes up I have a fleeting vision of Baby Z walking around with a bottle of Calpol in a brown paper bag which he can swig whenever he likes. You know. Just to keep him going.
(Obviously I’ve never done this. And wouldn’t. Ever!)
After pulling out random objects from my handbag to entertain him with (“Do you want to play with mummy’s work phone darling?”) he caught sight of a toy kitchen set and instantly shut up. He then proceeded to make pretend tea (I think!) in a toy teapot whilst, every so often, spinning around to make sure the newborn was going nowhere near him. He then discovered the knob on the teapot lid would make a good substitute dummy and sucked that for the remainder of our stay there.
We learned two things yesterday:
1. Baby Z is still not liking other babies very much
2. We need to get him a toy kitchen.