When I was in elementary school, there was a boy in my class who was a nose picker. This was also the same boy that would pick at his scabs with a compass and eagerly watch the scab ooze more disgusting yuck on his arm. For obvious reasons, this poor boy was somewhat of a social outcast, generally mocked and avoided at all costs. And yet, here I am, twenty plus years later, proudly proclaiming that this boy and I have one thing in common. We are both nose pickers.
The difference is that while this boy happily dug around for treasure in his nose, I pick my daughter's nose. Yes. That's right, I pick my daughter's nose. Let me explain. Baby Bean is my beautiful, fantastic, truly amazing baby girl. She is just past 6 months and as she can not pick her own nose, nor does she have the ability to blow her nose, I find myself digging around in there for her.
When we first brought her home from the hospital, I was terrified. Aren't all new parents? I could handle the feeding, the diapering, the constant rocking and singing, but I could not and would not suck the boogies out. My dear husband was given that responsibility since I refused. I couldn't use the aspirator and if I did try, those boogers would stubbornly cling to her nasal cavity, refusing to go anywhere. Baby Bean would cry and fuss. I felt like my attempts were futile.
Thankfully, my husband mastered the booger sucking early on. I was more tentative. I'd study various booger sucking tools online, reading the numerous commentary from booger sucking enthusiasts. I bought 4 different aspirators, convincing myself that all these purchases were necessary in my pursuit of the beguiling booger.
Eventually I found that the greatest tool was my very own finger. Sure Baby Bean will fuss and cry for the 30 seconds it takes for me to grab the booger with my finger, but the crying pales in comparison to the satisfaction I feel after having acquired the target booger. Baby Bean and I both breath a little easier.
I have found that since becoming a mom, I do all sorts of things that I never thought I'd do before. Nose picking was just the beginning.