So, the Doodlebug is a little smarter than I had given him credit for. I would like the Doodlebug to take a pacifier. It would make mine and Adam’s life infinitely easier if we could just plug that little guy up and have him drift off with a binky in his mouth. One of my mom friends suggested that, at night, since the Doodlebug likes to fall asleep as he nurses, that when he begins to drift off, I slowly pull his mouth off of me and quickly insert a pacifier, keeping him pressed up against me so he doesn’t realize a switch was made. It would get him used to the pacifier. I tried it. I thought he was fully asleep, so I quickly gave him his pacifier. He continued to suck. And suck. But the sucking slowed a little. And then there was a pause. And another slow suck. And a pause. Another hesitant suck. His little brow furrowed. He took another suck. A loud one. And he slowly, ever so slowly, turned his head, and as he took another suck, I could see the tiny wheel in his head turning, as he thought, “Hey, I’m still sucking on something. But I know the breast doesn’t move with me. My head moves, then I have nothing to suck on. Yet, I moved my head and there’s still something in my mouth…”–even deeper furrows, wrinkling of eyes, scrunching of nose as the truth hits–“HEY, THAT’S NOT MY MOM’S BREAST!” And there go the screams and the wide-open eyes. And it’s back to the beginning. But with no pacifier this time. I’m not training the Doodlebug; he’s training me.
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