The nasal syringe…or snot sucker as I like to call it. Does anyone but me get a rush from a successful extraction? I realized, after a noteworthy removal at the 5am feeding this morning, that I get very excited when this little sucker works! For you sports fans, it’s like the excitement of a touchdown or a home run. When I see that clear baby nostril I want to scream GOOOOAAAAL! Except it’s 5am and the rest of the house is silently sleeping. So instead I do a little happy dance and coo to Beeb about “how good that must have felt” and “isn’t he so happy now?!”. I was so euphoric after I put him back in bed that I almost couldn’t go back to sleep myself….almost. And then this afternoon I started jonesing for my next fix and I realized, I’m a snot junkie! I’d like to think that I get the high from helping the helpless, assisting this little creature that has absolutely no control over his extremities, no way of blowing his own perfect little nose. But then, I get the same rush from plucking a big boog out of Deet all the while telling him not to pick his nose because it’s gross.
What’s that expression, do as I say not as I do?