children's comforters

My Daughter had a little yellow rabbit on a short ribbon, my Mum bought it for her, my Daughter took it everywhere, even on the bus, one day she suddenly discovered it wasnt with us and she shouted (she was about three at the time) "where is Bugabum" she couldnt say bunny or rabbit, so this came out much to the amusement of the other bus passengers, "Buggabum" is still around in a drawer, my Daughter is now 47
My Son had a normal dummy, for far too long!

harrigran maybe your DC settled themselves by fiddling with a piece of sheet or sucking their thumb or finger, all unbeknownst to you.

My son had a small yellow blanket (blankie) which went everywhere with him and ended up grey. Whenever I put it in the washing machine he would stand watching it until it came out, and then stand on a chair beside the window watching it dry on the clothes line. I was mortified when he insisted it had to go to a family wedding, and it is on the photographs.

Farnorth my children never sucked their fingers or thumbs, nor did they chew sheets.

DD2 used a terry nappy. Once, when she was in hospital, we forgot to take it. She wouldn't settle, so I went home for it, but discovered I didn't have a key. It so happened that we had a hole in the kitchen wall that day, due to builders starting on a kitchen extension, so I crawled through the hole. I hadn't the heart to go back without it. I discovered many years later, that she had taken the nappy, by now a rag, away to University with her. She is almost 40 now, and I suspect that she may still have a scrap of it somewhere.

All of my children sucked thumbs or fingers and had blankies. It was always traumatic when they needed washing or were missing so my daughter sensibly gave her baby an ordinary muslin, of which they had dozens.
I also had a dog who sucked his furry strawberry toy.

When DS2 was born he was given a lovely, small and very soft teddy by a relative, I remember it propped up in the corner of the perspex hospital cot.

"Bed Ted" went everywhere, except on a holiday to America when DS2 was 9 (he was worried that he might get air sick! so he stayed at home with Grandma) He got left behind on a visit to family once, and had to be posted back, much worrying that he wouldn't be able to breathe !

I had to re-stitch his smile on a couple of occasions, as he was very much loved (my sewing isn't up to much, but it was ok).

He went with DS2 on his very last journey, tucked next to him in his coffin. but I thought it was lovely that the little bear had always been with him, even when he left home to start living his "grown up" life. Happy memories.