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Oh you have a lorry load of sympathy from me. Goodness, I can barely cope with the dog like this! And I can palm him off with a quick cuddle and toss his toy across the room a few times.
Trying to get through the day with a babby and a teething poorly one at that, whilst also coping with feeling like utter shit yourself? Mums deserve medals. Big fat shiny medals.
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