I am surprised I remember to put on clothes

This past week has proven to me that mom-nesia does not decrease with time. The opposite is true. TWICE in one day I was walking out the door, looking at a cup or whatever that I wanted to make sure I brought with me and I ended up forgetting it anyway. It's funny because I become so proud of myself that I am NOT going to forget this item because I am looking at it and there is not much more time between now and me leaving that I "couldn't" forget it. Argh. I can't even blame it on the baby because these were times when I was just going to work and didn't have the baby plus baby stuff to worry about.
Another milestone occurred this week. I got sick. I haven't gotten sick in I don't know how long. I even survived a bad cold that was going around the office. All of a sudden I felt like I had been hit by a bus (aka flu symptoms). Luckily, I quickly scanned the "What to expect the first year" to find that I can still breastfeed. Although, otherwise touching the baby is not exactly recommended, so now what? I will just lean over her with my boob? No, in all reality, I just washed my hands a LOT and wore a medical mask. This seemed to not affect Olivia, although I don't quite know how I didn't scare her...leaning over her with this thing covering most of my face. Perhaps it's all in the eyes at this point anyway.
Whatever I did, she does not seem to have my symptoms..thank GOD. I am sure it's because she got the immunities through my breastmilk blah blah blah. I wanted to cry like a baby with how crappy I felt, let alone a baby crying like a baby...
Olivia did, however, manage to get some sort of cold where she is now a booger factory. When you are at your first pediatrician's visit. They show you how to use a bulb syringe to suck the snot out of their little noses. "Just put it at the tip of her nose, like this" my pediatrician says. Oh, and it looks so easy WHEN THERE'S NOTHING TO CLEAN. As Darwin would have it, when you actually go to mimic this "simple" procedure at home, the boogers don't get sucked out and the baby does not hold her head still.
Convinced I was doing something wrong, I, of course, Googled how to clean a baby's nose. Oh, and the videos I saw. It's all a little traumatic. Some instances look like child abuse while other parents seem to have a hospital in their bathroom. What is a mother to do?!
I ended up ignoring the pediatrician and stuck the end of the syringe a little deeper into Olivia's nose. Well, it didn't work to my satisfaction, but there was minor improvement. I guess I will have to take what I can get and learn to live with Olivia having a bat in the cave once in a while.
On the happy side of baby life, she is learning to talk up a storm. No actual words, of course, but the gibberish a baby makes she makes loud and proud. Mama's proud too. Once we pass gibberish, she will be going straight to English, Spanish, Italian and French. ;-) And maybe a little Latin, Carpe diem O!