My favorite blogger, next to me of course, is Blunderdad (singlefamilyasylum). Who, by the way, better give me major props for promoting him here. Anywho, I read a recent post from him about parenting his kids….well you should read if for yourselves. It got me thinking about my own kids and if I was more uptight raising my first than the next ones.
Here’s the thing. When my first daughter was born, if her pacifier fell on the clean floor I would sterilize it. I would think to myself that the diapers (cloth, of course, because they were “better” for her than the disposables…except she got a rash so there went that idea) were difficult to deal with, but sterilizing pacifiers all day was a pain in the neck. But what a good mother I was.
By the time my second daughter came around, pacifiers were sterilized….occasionally. I only felt a little guilty about washing them off in the sink. I wasn’t as crazy about it because #1 daughter was literally eating dirt outside by that time, so I figured I had gone a little overboard on the sterilizing the first time around. But then I’d worry that there might be soap residue from washing that would upset the baby’s stomach. So I’d watch every burp to see if it became a bubble floating across the room. What a good mother I was.
By the time my son was born, I was dragging three kids around wherever I went. On a museum trip to NYC (who in their right mind would take 3 kids aged 7 to 0 on a trip that involved trains, subways and cabs and would never be remembered by any of them??), I was juggling kids, stroller, lunch bags, diaper bag, purse, toys and……..on the subway floor plopped the pacifier. Uh oh. Screaming baby. Decision made. I picked it up and licked it before putting it back in his mouth. He was happy, I was grossed out. But what a good mother I am.