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Friday, December 7, 2012
The Finger Pacifier
On my way to meet my wife at a doctor’s appointment four
our seven-month old I foolishly volunteered to pick her up.
The perfect time to misplace a pacifier.
Mrs. Blackwell is a big proponent of Madison’s public
transportation but, I figured coming to get her after I grabbed our son from
day care would be quicker and easier for everybody. Naturally, I figured wrong.
Unbeknownst to either of us, there was a big basketball
game happening just a couple of blocks from Mrs. Blackwell’s office that would
make a 20-minute trip a 50-minute ordeal.
So I went to day care to pick up junior. He is almost
always in a great mood when he gets picked up. Tuesday was no different. While
sitting in an excer-saucer, he put his arms out to greet me. It was a warm,
glowing moment, the kind that nearly melt you.
Fast forward ten minutes, we’re in bumber-to-bumper
traffic and he is crying, screaming and pretty much ready to revolt.
A baby crying in a car in the middle of a traffic jam is
every bit as bad as it sounds. The wailing bounces off the interior of the car,
reverberating through your ears. I reached helplesslyfor a pacifier but, from the driver’s seat I wasn’t able to
Not pictured: his buzzsaw, pain-inflicitng fangs.
So, in my desparation, I reached as far back as I could
and placed my finger in his mouth as a substitute.
It worked and the crying was reduced to dull whimpers and
eventually silence. But, now a new problem presented itself in the form of my
son’s emerging teeth.
As he chewed my finger for the next 15 minutes, I thought
frequently about the pain. Babies have strong jaws you know. But then I thought
about the screaming and adjusted my seat so he’d have the perfect angle to continue to reach my finger.