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Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Stuffy

My poor little guy has SUCH a stuffy nose. Which means that I must use these on him.
And he HATES it with a passion! Come to think of it, I don't much like having to use it on him. It's kind of funny, though. Before I was a mom, I thought that the scariest part of being a parent was the fact that I would have to use a nasal aspirator (aka booger sucker) on my child.

HA! I was in lala land, apparently! Either that or I was blissfully ignorant of all the challenges that would come from being a parent. Maybe both. And honestly, I had to use the silly thing on Samantha so many times before she even came home from the hospital, that there is no hesitation about using it at all any more. It's not even all that hard as long as you get the kid trapped in the right position so that said child can't move and get a bloody nose.

Anyway, there are much scarier things now. Like hoping that your child doesn't step on a rattlesnake in your own front yard. And I'm sure there will be a lot more to worry about in the future.

For now, I am grateful that I lost the fear of the aspirator and can use it to help my child breathe. I will be very glad when he is old enough for Vick's Vapo Rub and allergy medicine, though. And I will be even more grateful when he can blow his own nose rather than having me suction it for him.

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