And Henry has lots of it. I'm not going to tell you how I am getting rid of it because I almost throw up just thinking about it right now. But it works and that is all that matters. At least that's what I'm telling myself. Actually, it's what I'm telling myself and it's true. When he's stuffed up he can't breathe with the pacifier in his mouth. He can't sleep without that stupid fucking pacifier. I have slept about 3 hours a night for the past few nights. So yeah, I'll do whatever I need to do so he can have that pacifier so he can get some sleep.
It's really gross.
My mom is a pretty awesome mom and even she's all "Eeeewwwwwww yeah I'm not doing that." She's even volunteered to do some pretty nasty stuff since Henry's been around. She's cleaned up after epic shit storms. Been puked on. Helped when he took a shit in the tub. She adores this kid so much that sometimes I feel like I have to show her my caesarean scar to remind her that he is mine and not hers (speaking of c-section scar, I just remembered I never finished writing about the beautiful childbirth experience...hmmm... perhaps it wasn't so beautiful?).
There are two things my mom won't do.
1. cut his fingernails
2. this
Now I'm not the only one throwing up!
Sorry.
It really does work. He's sleeping soundly right next to me.
Yuck.
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