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8:12 a.m. - 2005-12-11 My poor baby, you are sick... with a capital *S*! You have the common cold, for which there is no cure. Just mucus running down your throat, and out your nose. Unfortunately not a lot is coming out your nose. I'd feel better if it was at least leaving the body.... You have a cough, and forgive me for saying this, but it is the cutest sound ever. I feel bad for you because I know it doesn't feel as cute as it sounds, and so I want it to go away, but boy oh boy, do I get all smiley when I hear it. I've been giving you medicine, but it tastes awful (I know because I tried it....) and you usually don't want it, you mostly spit it out. You haven't really filled any diapers in a while, and you're just plain fussy. You were very fussy last night, and you kept me up late, and woke me up early. And at least once in the middle of the night I was running down to your room to "rescue" my screaming baby. I love you!! 0 comments
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