It amazes me on a daily basis how much life has changed with Bug. Things that upset me before, don't bother me now, and things that never bothered me before upset me now. Things I said I would never do that I ended up doing (that list is long.)
Enter Mr. Frog.
I can remember a few instances in my life where I've seen frantic mothers searching for their child's (insert item here). It never dawned on me what the big deal was, and why everyone seemed so frantic. They'd ask and I'd tell them "Haven't seen it." Not once did I offer to help.
When Bug was born he couldn't suck. We went to physical therapy at the Children's Hospital in Seattle (that was a humbling experience in itself, and another story.) We worked on his muscles and his "suck" but he really had a hard time. He also really wanted to suck. ALL THE TIME. I'll leave the details out, but no one was happy. Before Bug I said "no pacifiers." Anyone who wants to judge me for giving it to him....well, I'll leave those details out too.
Enter Mr. Frog.
Long story short. Bug loves frog. We love Frog.
We lost Frog!
Sunday we went to Fred Meyer to pick up some groceries. Usually I watch frog like a hawk because he's not tethered to anything and losing him scares me (I like sleep.) Bug LOVES shopping. He sits in the cart now, and I'm pretty sure I could spend 3 hours walking around, and he would be totally happy. He usually keeps his little clutches on Frog at all times. At some point between the Artichokes and the Tomatoes we noticed that Frog was missing.
It was the same time that Bug started to get upset. We assumed that Frog was tucked into the cart somewhere. I looked...my husband looked...no Frog. Bug looked at me with his big brown eyes, with tears in them. My heart broke into a million pieces.
Damn you FROG!!
I asked the stock boy if he happened to see a small frog anywhere. He gave me the same look that I've give panic stricken moms in the past. The "what's the big deal" look.
My heart broke even more.
He didn't care.
He didn't get it.
He wouldn't get it until he had a baby of his own.
I didn't get it until I had Bug.
He mumbled something the customer service desk and that was it.
I ran around the vegetable displays again, without knocking over old woman.
I ran to the customer service desk. I looked behind the desk myself because the line was so long. I'm sure that violated some sort of rules, but at that point I didn't care. I left before getting yelled at by the store manager.
I ran back to an upset baby and my hubby. He hadn't magically found it. I took off again. After running around the store again, and giving the stare down to every single baby (because you know, other babies might have somehow taken it) I saw another person stocking fruit. I'm sure he thought I was nuts, but I ran up to him and in one breath said, "have.you.seen.a.frog.pacifier?" To my surprise he said, "Yes! It's on the bread display."
Tears of joy! I could have kissed the man.
Of course I didn't hand Frog over to Bug, but tucked him into the bottom of the diaper bag to be thoroughly cleaned later. Bug smiled and like the Grinch my heart grew three times that day. I know that down the road I will continue to do ridiculous things for Bug. Things that he will not appreciate until he's a daddy himself. Here's hoping that I don't get arrested doing it.
Note: A friend of mine told me that if your baby loves something, buy two. Switch them out each week and that way if you lose one you still have a back up. Great advice. I need to follow it!