It is that time again–time for a new pillow. The pillows we have were great when we first got them–life changing. They were also expensive, somewhere in the $100 area, but they were fab and my husband and I both slept great. But now they have lost their fabulousness. And their lives sadly were short–a couple of years maybe?
It seems pillows should last longer than this. When I was young, I don’t remember every getting a new pillow. But I guess when I was young I slept through a lot more than I do now. So, with old age comes the need for better pillows replaced more regularly.
But what type to get? First consideration probably should come with how you sleep. My husband is pretty much a side sleeper. This article has three suggestions. I think the key is that they are firm. I am a side/back sleeper. Same place has suggestions for back sleepers.
But pillow selection goes beyond that and beyond cost. It’s very personal–feather, down, fiberfill? My mother has horrible taste in pillows. When I stay at her house I have trouble getting to sleep and constantly wake up with neck pain. She has tried to buy good pillows; she doesn’t scrimp, but I just can’t sleep on them. I have started taking my own.
Perhaps the problem is a basic misunderstanding of each other. She is a fiberfill person. My dad is feathers all the way. I’m with him–feathers or down. It’s what I grew up with. Actually, I grew up sleeping on pillows that were so old the only thing left inside was the stick part of the feather. They used to poke me in the middle of the night. That is my dad’s favorite kind of pillow–the oldest, most broken down thing you can find–feathers only.
My dad and my shared love of feathers probably dates back to something else we shared–Baby Pillow. I know most kids have blankets or stuffed animals they take with them wherever they go, but not me–no I had Baby Pillow. He started out as my dad’s, back before people realized having a baby sleep with a pillow was a bad idea. I inherited him, and I loved him. He had three changes in pillow cases–I still have two of them. And I still have him. I did not share him with my own kids. Maybe I should have, but then again, it probably only would have given them the same obsession I have in finding the “perfect” pillow. Because, seriously, when you’ve had a pillow who understands your every hurt, who is there for you when the shadows in your room grow claws, and who fits neatly into any suitcase even when you are twelve and well past the age of needing a security item, how can any normal pillow live up?

Baby Pillow in one of his outfits.

Baby Pillow flashing his true self.
Guess I’m going to have to settle, again…










