Oh, the pacifier. A non-issue with Eliot, who didn't care for it. Big D's one comfort that is consistent for his entire existence. The reason I've lost more sleep than late night feedings at this point.
We have over 10 of them, but there's only 1 he will take. Only one that truly pacifies. I've searched high and low to purchase more to make sure I'm not Parker Posey.
Let me make something clear, pacifier. You have met your match, you will not govern the rise and fall of my days and nights. It's on.