In the history of great inventions, I place it somewhere between the wheel and toilet paper. It's the only reason I'll never be able to practice ecological breastfeeding.
Before my milk came in, Charlotte agreed. Since then, it's been a battle. If I were less determined, you'd hear me saying "My baby just won't take one" by now. But, man, even though I don't mind comfort nursing, there are times that a pacifier really comes in handy.
As if I didn't need more inspiration, Charlotte's thumb has actually found it's way to her mouth a couple of times. Cute for now. Not so cute in five years.
Tomorrow I'm going to stock up on some different brands and see if we have more luck.