My mother, who I consider a relative expert on child raising given her 5 children 5+ grandchildren and uncountable amounts of neices or nephews has elnighted me with this:
"The only thing worse than watching a sick baby is watching a sick baby WHILE you're sick!"
I second this sentiment after a day of standing holding the 30 lb. baby not being able to sit down or put her down unless willing to face unwavering screaming while too weak to stand and too sick to breathe, and having a cell phone thrown at my head (by the baby) hard enough to make me want to cry.
Oh long days of all long days, after a night of literally (and accidentally) banging my head against a wall, not sleeping, nightmares, and a ridiculous EXPLOSION of the worst hives i think i've ever gotten. Why is the day not yet done?
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