*warning - rant below, may be offensive*
We started going to this new playgroup the 1st and 3rd Monday of every month at the church in the gym at the same time they open the doors for people to come and walk. So the kids play in the center, and the (mostly old) people walk around the perimeter. Kalten and I went four weeks ago for the first time, then we missed the next one because Coen was only two days old, and we went back today.
I came in and set Coen's bucket down. I started to get him out, and this older lady came up and asked how old he was. I told her, and she started to come around to where she could see him better. Then she goes, "oh, you're one of those mothers who believes in the pacifier," like it was the worst thing in the world. I was a little flabbergasted that she'd be that judgmental to someone she's never met, so I said something dumb like, "we didn't want to give him one..." and she shoots back, "well why did you?" At that point, though, the playgroup leader had come over to talk to me, and Old Ms. BetterThanYou walked away. If I had been thinking, I would have said, "oh, and you're one of those old bats who think that how I raise my children is their business."
I don't like him to use the pacifier, and he won't even take it a lot of the time. Maybe it's been centuries since she had young, perky boobs so she doesn't realize that mine don't hang to my knees like hers do, and I can't just toss one over my shoulder to the back seat to comfort him while I'm driving. Sorry that I prefer he has something to suck on instead of screaming his head off. It's a bit of silicone, not a bottle of whiskey. It's not going to hurt him. I never would have tried it if nursing wasn't already going really well, but I'm almost constantly being sucked on between him and Kalten, and sometimes I need some sanity time. Plus, K won't go to sleep easily if I'm tandem nursing him and Coen because he wants to pat and poke the baby. When Co has the paci and the crocheted blankie he can wrap his little fingers up in, he's happy as a clam to sit in the swing and watch whatever's going on in the room for a few minutes while I get Big Brother to sleep. It works for us.
Not that I need to justify myself to her or anyone, but it makes me mad that no matter what other choices I've made, I'm automatically "one of those mothers" just because I stuck a paci in my kid's mouth so he wouldn't be sad on the way to playgroup.