Poor Beanie-Belle.
WAH!
This is how she felt all last night.
Bean has become a mouth-breather.
At least temporarily, until I can suction out all the sickly boogers congesting my little sugar.
It’s pitiful.
She uses a pacifier to sleep.
You need to be able to suck to use a pacifier.
You need to be able to breathe through your nose to suck to use a pacifier.
You need to be able to feel like you aren’t going to suffocate trying to breathe through your nose to suck to use a pacifier.
Pacifiers aren’t effective when you feel like you’re going to suffocate because you can’t breathe through your nose to suck to use a pacifier.
Sleep isn’t attainable if you can’t use your pacifier because you feel like you’re going to suffocate because you can’t breathe through your nose to suck to use a pacifier.
We all know where this is going.
We are tired.
And grumpy.
And a mouth-breather. Which might be the worst of all.
Oh, we’ve been there. I look at that picture and her little tongue poised in the middle of her mouth (it’s a frozen shot, but I know that tongue is quivering) and then I lower my view and spot the cute little smiling ladybug…
It’s just not fair. That ladybug has NO IDEA what’s going on just inches above her feelers.
Hope your little bean feels better soon. (and you, too. yes. you, too.)
Right! And in the verrrry bottom, it says, “You’re sweet.” So naive. I love the irony of this photo.
She is, though, so sweet. She doesn’t even complain through her snot-filled cavities. Only when she can’t sleep or when I’m suctioning and salt-dropping. But really, how can you not love it when someone shoves something up your nose?
I like one-line paragraphs.
All those English teachers who told me paragraphs had to be at least five complete sentences long…take that!
My sister’s been going through these times too. We’re actually watching the little on (19months) today, and she’s been sick. Miserable ain’t the word come nap time. She like a scene from a Poltergeist sequel.
It is so pathetic! Sick babies break my heart.
Poltergeist, funny. Except now I’ll be having nightmares about baby ghosts. THANKS.
You’ve just written about my entire month of January. And that little bulb syringe? Can anyone get it to work? My pinky finger does a better job. (Should I admit that??)
PS: Visiting from Some Species Eat Their Young. Nice to “meet” you!
Nice to “meet” you, too! Thanks for reading!
I have no less than four bulbs and only one does a half-way decent job. Pinky fingers, tee-shirt sleeves, nothing is off-limits for moms. Confess away!
I think our gross-out factors skyrocket, and I’m positive my dignity went out the window, once I popped a couple kids out.