Pacifier in my Pocket

Did I ever think in a million years that I would have newborn at age 45? Did I ever think that I would have three step children under the age of 9 at the of 45?
I love kids. I always have. They are so innocent and interested in everything around them. I enjoy watching them play and learn at the same time.

Maddy, our 5 month old daughter has a difficult 5 months of her life. Although it could be worse, she has an eating disorder and very bad reflux. A few weeks ago she had a "G" tube placed in her stomach. We had so many people tell us not to do it, because it was unnecessary and that the surgery would be worse than the cure itself. Well, from what I can see, Maddy is thriving, rather than failing to thrive. She is gaining weight and most of the time is a very happy little 5 month old. She still eats from a bottle, but nit very much. We are working on her oral skills of eating, one step at a time.

Maddy likes her pacifier. It gives her good oral stimulation and makes her feel good. The one issue with babies is that they don't really hold onto things very well. So its very common that Maddy will lose her pacifier (or as we call it her "paci"). I tend to keep an extra in my pocket for what I call Paci emergencies. We must have a number of paci's around the house. Its hard to keep count exactly how many we have since we have some that are new born types, some that are infant types, and some other types that I just not too sure of.

There have been many occassions where I went to work with a paci in my shirt pocket. People will ask me why I have a pacifier in my pocket. Being a little on the quick witted side, I tell then its for our users that want everything and feel we don't treat them fairly. (I'm an IT Manager).

Todat at church I realized that I had four paci's on my person. One in my shirt pocket, and three in my jacket pockets. Two on left side, and one on the right. I didn't think too much of this at first, until after we got home. I felt as if I was a pacifier carrerier of some sort. Going around handing out pacifiers to people in need.

By the time we got home and I started to think about the number of pacifiers on my person, I started to look for one, especially since we were in a paci emergency mode. I couldn't fine one. I checked my shirt pocket, both jacket pockets. The kitchen table, the bedroom, the kitchen counter, everywhere. I just couldn't find one to save my life. When I realized, there was a pacifier in the car seat. Saved at last!