I just got home from a quick jaunt to the grocery store with Pumpkin (The Princess is at daycare today). We needed some salsa and salad for our dinner tonight (Mexican lasagna, by the way) as well as diapers. We get to the checkout and the checkout woman starts ooh-ing and aah-ing over Pumpkin. I’m used to this – she’s a very pretty baby (I’m not biased or anything!). Of course, Pumpkin was up several times last night so she’s looking pretty exhausted today, as do I. The checkout woman told me, “She looks sleepy – I bet she zonks out by the time you leave here.” To which, I stupidly engaged the woman in conversation by saying, “I hope so – she’s been so sick she hasn’t slept much!”
And the dam broke.
Between telling me my total and asking me if I preferred paper or plastic, this woman proceeded to tell me that my baby would get a lot more sleep if I put one of my bed pillows in the crib. She said, “I know they say don’t do it, but I put a pillow in my youngest’s bed, and she slept like a baby (duh) from that point on!” Okay, apparently, before you can get a job running my groceries over the scanner and stuffing them in a bag, you get a medical degree with a pediatrics specialty.
She then went on to say: “Think about it, what does your pillow do when you put your head on it? It curves around you! That’s why it works so well for babies.”
(To which I was thinking, all the better to be suffocation hazard?! Dimwit!).
I just kept my lip zipped and grabbed the baby and the groceries and got out of there. Note: Pumpkin is now resting. Without a pillow.