"Simpler than the mechanism of a pacifier"Thus describes the popular proverb to what is probably, along with the rattle, the first object developed by the human being.
-Well, I thought they were hunting weapons. -You can't go hunting with the churumbeles riding a spree of 15, so the first thing was to keep them quiet.
And yes, the mechanism is very simple. It consists of an element to suck, or at least try, and a stop so that the pacifier does not end in the stomach of the pacifier. Subsequently, other elements have been added, some useful as a system to be able to pull it as a ring or accessories that allow you to hold a chain, rope, gut or sausage that avoids being picked up from the ground every three minutes. Others are more aesthetic, such as color, shape and size that make our baby go perfectly together and make this appreciated object of desire in a mere fashion complement (everything that touches a designer loses its initial function in favor of "before dead than simple").
A whole world around of the pacifier, that inseparable friend.
Ok, but I want a pacifier for my son
We agree. Carrying a baby, and others who are not so much, in the chest 24x7 is not the 'leitmotiv' of most mothers and it is clear that not all babies get used to not use any substitute just like that. Something must be given and so begins our journey through the wonderful world of pacifiers.
Let's not forget that the pacifier is nothing more than a mere substitute of that masterpiece of nature commonly known as nipple.
Yes, that same that when in an oversight, or not, is exposed on the beaches or in certain clothing stores or internet pages is capable of opening the very gates of hell, or so it seems at least because of the stir that is formed around such a vision. At least what does open are the mouths of those who have nothing else to spend time on - theirs and ours, of course. Is this perhaps a reflex act that, like riding a bike, remains dormant in our memory causing the mere vision of an innocent nipple to open our mouths to see if something falls?
And, of course, we already know that certain individuals as soon as they open their mouth bray whether they are right or wrong, it will not be that when they close it again they bite their tongue and end up poisoning.
Forgive the reader this lapse. We were talking about a masterpiece of nature that, like the lady who tried to "fix" the Ecce Homo, every childcare company that prides itself has tried to imitate with greater or lesser success.
And so, today we have a multitude of designs that combine different shapes, colors and textures that claim to be the perfect substitute for the natural. Adjectives such as physiological, ergonomic, natural, without artificial elements and even BIO I have come to see in some.
But which one did I buy?
All this circus seems to aim to confuse parents who, given such a display of options, do not know which is the best model for their children and the one that best suits the morphological characteristics of their palate. Put them all on and we finish before.
Not all kids support the same type of nipple. For example, my children used pacifiers with different formats even in their different stages of development.
I am already seeing how a horny businessman will be able to design a machine that scans and makes a morphological map of the inside of our babies' mouths, and then generates a pacifier with the perfect physiological shape. And if you don't believe me, let time play its part.
But not everything is aesthetic and here our friend has suffered more serious and profound evolutions, they are the so-called ergonomic modifications and adjustments - in our days the pacifier design departments have nothing to envy to Apple's R&D division - and So we have silicone pacifiers, latex and, knowing some baby that I know, I hope they will soon make them kevlar.
What if we can't take it off later?
Do you know any adults who are still with the pacifier? Another thing is that we have been left with some kind of trauma promoted by nature itself, which likes to play in two ways and makes it a clear object of sexual desire. But that is another story and it is not the place or the place to talk about it, and we are again deviating from the subject - sorry, it is my Y chromosome -. But who knows, maybe that mania that we have a lot of having something in the mouth and that is exacerbated in times of stress is a side effect of a bad experience in the separation of the breast. Reminiscences of better times? Who knows?
I give it to him and spit it out!
And that you wait? Have you been giving him jabugo and now you want him to settle for mortadella? At least a little ham from the cellar, woman. Try other types of modelsSooner or later you will find one that you like or will get used to not using a pacifier.
I think as much as we move forward, the pacifier will remain the inseparable friend of the smallest. And what do you think?
