Our poor little girl has had congestion since the day she was born, most likely inherited from Ted. As a result, she snores as loud as any adult, which is actually somewhat humorous (especially during prayer time). It also makes it easy to hear that she's still alive in the middle of the night, allowing me to stay in bed instead of jumping out to watch her chest rise and fall.
Needless to say, saline drops and the bulb syringe have been at my fingertips since day one. Tessa is certainly one of the better-behaved children when it comes to that thing; instead of screaming and arching her back, she purses her lips, kicks her legs, and her eyes get even bigger than they normally are. However, one day last week, we weren't so lucky, and when I went to tidy up the bathroom, Ted brought her in. She was holding the syringe while Ted, in a tiny but shrill voice, shrieked, "Now it's YOUR turn, Mama! Gimme that nose!"