Monday, October 31, 2011
the heartbreak… it just continues, right?
One of these is: the electric snot sucker. This device had been evangelized to me by baby-having friends and I made a special point to include it on our registry; as well as particular note of its receipt.
I can't say our luck with it has been good, though. It's one of a thankfully small number of occasions that I describe as Libby Lee acting as though there's an attempted murder in progress. (Bath #1 was another occasion, but let's see the happiness of #3, instead)
That's happened twice, where the "ESS" is concerned. This last time — yesterday — Lucy held her and I did the business, maybe even sucking out an actual booger or two, while she thrashed and howled in protest. Afterwards, with compunction beyond belief, I noticed one solitary tear rolling a path from each eye, across each temple, over each ear.
Baby's First Tear(s). And we caused them. Lucy and I were both practically destroyed.
Aside from that, everything is pretty great — and we're both pretty sure Libby Lee won't be able to finger us in a lineup later on. Babies are so forgetful.