It's been a long run.
2 weeks of drool, snot on the shoulders of everything I own, coughs that wake everyone in the middle of the night, painful bedtimes, and more poo than any one woman should have to deal with. And lots of last resort, strapping the baby on and just walking.
I'd like to thank the inventor of baby tylenol. Those people are all alright in my books.
Those two front b@stards are right there. Right. There.
Relief is in sight. It might still be distantly on the horizon, but it's there.