I hate them, I really do!

So this happened today, the dreaded dummy. I am truly exhausted with the little sleep I get every night with Iris! She is clearly using me as a comforter and I can't hack it through the night anymore.

We had this dummy free with the breast pump I bought with Esther and it's been sat in its sealed wrapper for over two years, until now. Even the boy didn't know we had it otherwise when the going got tough he would of insisted we tried it even though I hate the bloody things.

I feel like a quitter, a bad mum who isn't appreciating quality time with her little one. If she has worse teeth than Esther I know I will blame myself. But I will try it just for tonight for my sanity and for the boy who starts his new old job again tomorrow. He really does more than his fair share of trying to sooth her while I try to catch forty winks.

Reasons to be cheerful:
Dad came round for roast beef dinner and he announced he went to the cinema on his own last night and not to the pub. I'm so proud of how well he is doing. I told him so but he just shrugged it off, it must seem weird having your daughter say they are proud of you.