When I first got pregnant my biggest concern, besides breaking my baby, was how to deal with the copious amount of poo filled diapers I was going to have to face. While most of my friends know that poo is a subject hysterical to discuss, it is not necessarily something I thought I could handled wiping off of someone else's rear several times a day.
I am proud to say it's 16 months later and poo filled diapers don't really bother me. They are actually quite informative as to how my daughter is eating, feeling, etc. Not that I wake up eager to change a poo filled diaper, but they are not the kryptonite that I feared they would be.
Instead I have found out that my kryptonite is snot. And man-oh-man, there is a copious amount of snot flowing from daughter's nose these days. I think I am experiencing the rare crossing of a cold with teething, which apparently equals 40 gallons of boogers a day. Her nose has been so bad that earlier this week she went and found our nose plunger thingy, handed it to me and leaned forward with her head tilted back. The girl needed a plunge...unfortunately she clogged the plunger.
Her nostrils are caked with boogs and are raw and red from my endless wiping. I bought Puffs with Lotion, but child's nose still looks like it went through a meat grinder.
When she woke yesterday the steady stream of snot seemed to have ceased. I was overjoyed. I dressed her up in a pretty little lilac dress and got ready to go meet Sharon and Ian and Genna and Elise at The Bonbonnerie for a little grown up playdate. As we were heading to the car, Addison stopped, looked at me in a particularly adorable way and then lifted the skirt of her dress and wiped her nose into it.
The snot has returned.
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