Reflux Redux

Apparently, Mommy passed her persistent heartburn on to me in the womb because I have terrible reflux, which makes me very unhappy, especially at four AM. The doctor prescribed some perfectly awful tasting medicine for me, with which I demonstrate my displeasure by spitting the red goo all over my clothes minutes after administration. I mean, really, Mommy, can't you just stop eating Palaak Paneer?

B & me

Abby moblogs!

I know how 2 moblog!

I'm Abigail!

I'm Abigail and I'm almost a month old. Life is tough here on planet earth - if I'd known, I might not have spent 20 hours trying to get out here into the world from my cozy studio apartment. Granted there wasn't a lot of leg room (or head room, or any kind of room), no lighting, and definitely no cable TV or internet, but I had a 24/7 all-you-can-eat buffet, and never had to wear diapers (or clothes for that matter), go to the pediatrician, or be given sponge baths. Life was good, if a bit dull. The jury is still out on chez Feldman-Lewis - the question is, if I don't like it out here, can I go back in?