I love my little Peony. No, I mean I really love her. Like, more than my own limbs and the air in my lungs kind of love. I love her that much.
At 3 in the morning, however, I can do without her needing a pacifier and my hand to keep the aforementioned pacifier in her mouth.
Which is why at 4 in the morning a few weeks ago, I got a brilliant idea (but one of the brilliant ideas I remembered later when it was daylight, not one of those brilliant ideas you remember having at 4 in the morning but then can’t remember what it was at 9 in the morning).
She needs a lovey.
If she has a lovey, maybe she won’t cling to my hand quite so hard. If she has a lovey, maybe she can suck on it instead of the pacifier.
The lovey arrived last week, and it is loved. The only problem is that it’s loved by older daughter Petunia. Peony clung to it long enough for me to snap a picture (see above) and has ignored it ever since.
It has all the right elements that sickeningly sweet vanilla scent (that my older daughter loves). She’s soft and squishy (the lovey, but also Peony). She’s small. There’s nothing to choke on. What’s not to love?
Is it wrong to force a lovey on a child who’s not looking for that kind of love at the moment? I want her to want something — anything — but me in the middle of the night. She’s sleeping straight through, if you don’t count the pacifier calls. But if you’re the one who answers the pacifier calls, then you know that they, of course, count.
How do you make a baby love a lovey? That’s my question for the day.
So, what’s your answer?