Judging by the constant drone of misery eminating from my daughter, I think she is in discomfort.
The way she is struggling to sleep I think she is in pain.
We are drowning in dribble, so it looks like it's teething time.
The hippy-mum in me has tied a tlismi_moti bead around her neck; is opening the Teetha granules; and is cooling the rattles.
But if all else fails I'll be reaching for the magic of Calpol.
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