I was sick during Christmas, Warner during the New Year, and back to me for February. And you know how it is. . . if the baby is sick it isn't too much different from you being sick too (if a little one is miserable, everyone is miserable). Yikes.
So thank goodness for this bottle of heaven. Eric would agree.
A weeks ago I had a terrible cough. The one that doesn't bother you at all during the day, but the second you fall absolutely exhausted into your bed decides it wants to be your constant companion.
One night, before I conceded to the magic swig, I coughed and coughed and coughed for hours. That next morning I apologized to Eric.
"It wasn't too bad," he replied, "I only had to wipe my face off four or five times during the night."
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