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Say hello to my little friend! I should have known that a fall baby would mean a winter of glistening streams of snot. The snot, oh the snot. Clear, milky, green, and every color in between. Is it a cold? Is it teething? Is my baby in the grips of an illness that ought to send me careening into the ER parking lot?

In between all the worry and wonder, the snot ebbs and flows until the blessed day when your child comprehends that a Kleenex and “blow” are far superior and more fruitful than the crotch of mom’s black pants and the neckline of all her shirts. Sometimes the snot is a sneaky little booger, and remains undetected until mom sheds her clothes at the end of the day and attempts to identify the crusty trails of evidence of yet another exhausting day.

Anyway, I digress. Back to my little friend.

My baby’s first cold dawned near Christmas Day last year after exposure to all of her loving cousins who desired nothing more than to cover her with kisses and leave their own special kind of snot on her precious face and hands. Being a seasoned mother, I had two bulb syringes ready and waiting. Amidst the thrashing and attempts to shove a piece of rubber up her nose whilst timing the exact moment to release the pressure and extract the snot that extended into the far reaches of her noggin’, I got tired.

After many frustrating attempts, I went to my trusty IPhone to do what many mamas do in the dark of night. Surely, google could help me solve my mom problems, and find me a better way.

And what to my burry and burning eyes did appear? A magical Swedish made device, and a list of glowing reviews.

“It will be the grossest feeling at first.” It said. “But give it a chance. It will change your life”

“Don’t use it in public.” One read. “People will think you are trying to get high…or trying to kill your child.”

My curiosity was peaked. 

So I ordered one. At only a few bucks, what could it hurt?

The FridaBaby Nasal Aspirator arrived on time, thanks to my addiction to Amazon Prime.

Baby girl was still in the throes of snot and congestion, so surely the time was right.

I assembled it and practiced on the baby doll. I was glad no one was watching. I felt strange, gross, and anxious. Would the snot really stop at the barrier as promised?

I picked up my little beauty who stared into my eyes. I placed the device….and I sucked.

There it came! All the snot from the reaches of heaven. How could so much liquid pour out of her little head? It kept coming and coming. Soon, I removed it from that side, and placed it on the other, and experienced the same results.

I got a little light headed and sat back to take a deep breath and examine my work. Baby girl began to coo, and breathe out her nose! If ever there were a moment to hear the angels sing, it was then!

I placed her back in her bouncy and walked to the sink with instructions. I took it all apart and rinsed with hot water and left it to dry. 

When the rest of my family came home, I could hardly wait to show them my snotty progress. My 8-year-old wanted nothing more than to have “her turn” while dear husband stared at me with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. Soon enough, I won him over.

The Nose Frida has now been in my home for a year, and I have nothing but glowing reviews to offer.

It sucks to be mom to a baby who can’t blow their own nose. Might as well buy that mama a sucky gift. It will make a perfect Christmas stocking sucker, I mean stuffer.

Giveaway!

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*Note – this is NOT a sponsored post. Leah just loves this so much and wants to let you know about it!

Leah Peterson

Leah Peterson is a native Nebraskan, living on the ranch her ancestors homesteaded in 1878. She and her husband Matt, met at the University of Nebraska Lincoln, and returned to the ranch in 2012 after working and living in Central Nebraska the past 12 years. They are parents to two daughters, Maggie and Lucy. Leah has an undergrad degree from UNL in Communication Studies, and a MA in Leadership from Bellevue University. Aside from her work at the ranch and opportunity to be a stay at home mom, she enjoys writing, photography, community involvement, spending time with friends and family and trying new recipes in her kitchen. Leah published her first children's book in 2011 titled "An Apple for Dapple" and enjoys traveling throughout the state to share her book with children and raise awareness about the importance Agriculture in Nebraska.

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