Since Little Buddy was born, he has been partial to a particular brand of pacifier. For the first few months, he had six pacifiers, all the same brand. When he turned six months old, I bought him two pacifiers of a larger size, in a different brand. He had no interest, so I bought two 6-12 months in the brand that he preferred. He loved them. I put the newborn ones away, to be used by future babies, and I put the “rejected” ones in the kitchen for an emergency.
He is now nine months old, and until a few weeks ago, he still used the same two pacifiers that I bought him at six months. On the morning that we were leaving for New York City, I was running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off, trying to pack and take care of Little Buddy at the same time. By noon, I had misplaced one of his two pacifiers. I grabbed the other one and continued on my way.
Mr. Handsome came home from work, and we loaded our suitcases into the car. I noticed that Little Buddy didn’t have a pacifier clipped to his shirt, so I took a quick look around the house. Nothing. Somehow we had also misplaced the second pacifier. I quickly grabbed the two pacifiers he had rejected two months earlier and ran out the door.
We had been driving for about five minutes when it became clear that those pacifiers were not going to work. Getting on the airplane without a working pacifier wasn’t an option, so we made a quick stop at Walmart, and I ran (yep, I’m that crazy person that you saw running through the grocery store) to the baby aisle. I was pleased to find an extensive selection and was able to buy the ones we needed. Back in the car, I popped one into Little Buddy’s mouth, and he happily fell asleep.
We hopped back on the interstate, and Mr. Handsome asked how many pacifiers I had bought. “Two,” I replied. He looked at me funny, and I sighed. Why on Earth hadn’t I bought at least four? If we lost both in New York City, finding a store with those exact pacifiers would be a nightmare. I blame my muddled mom brain for that little oopsie.
We successfully kept track of both pacifiers and didn’t have an issue. When we returned home, I found both of the others that we had lost. So now we have four. Crisis averted. Have you ever been in a similar situation?