Starting in February, a plague descended on the Briskman household. Everything from an ear infection to a stomach virus, we've suffered through it all. Right when Refi stopped throwing up, Stephen stopped complaining of tummy aches (as well as for Scott & myself) and the sun peeked out of the fog, Refi started another round of teething.
Yes, the poor girl has been suffering...and making us miserable. The drool, the snot, the coughing and low-grade fever came into place 24 hours after she was able to keep her first meal down. Her need to be held and cuddled only accelerated her separation anxiety (which can't possibly hit a higher peak). You feel bad for the girl, but then realize...she's getting everything she wants right now. There's a knot in my back which I'm going to nickname: Demon Pain (since Demon Spawn gave it to me). If it occurs to you to do something good for mankind in the next few days, send your healthy thoughts our way.
Can't wait for you all to get a piece of her in Florida!
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