I doubt it, but let’s just say that last night when I was half asleep and feverish and shaking with chills, the last thing I felt like doing was getting-up to feed Harris. Thankfully, the fever went away pretty quickly, but I still didn’t enjoy the next four feedings of the night anymore than the first. (To his credit, Clay had been trying to give him a bottle, but he just wasn’t taking it.) Ahhh, motherhood.
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