Begad! Me Baby Be Havin’ Da’ Refux (In Honor Of Speak Like A Pirate Day I Will Be Writing Like A Pirate)
Avast Ye! Da’ doc tid say to me ol’ woman me baby bucko be havin’ da’ reflux.
Doc be sayin’ ta me ol’ woman tis’ nuttin’ we can do but be makin’ sure da’ youngin’ be poopin’ out ‘is dungbie. He be raised as straight as da’ Jollyroger after a feedin’. And be makin’ sure me baby takin’ Zantac ta’ be helpin’ his belly settle like ocean on a calm day. Me be of joy knowin’ me bucko be good.
Arrrrrrrr, poxed me lad not. Cursed we are not. A normal lad he be.
Begad! me mind still be worried for our sleep ‘n sanity. Might be sippin’ da’ grog a might much ta’ silence dose screams dat splice me mainbrace of me mind. Shiver me timbers tis’ all me can be thinkin’. Dose blasted screams addle. Day pierce me soul. Me hoppin’ me baby is not feelin’ much pain. Hopin’ dat blastin’ witch craft brew Zantec given’ me lad some peace from feelin’ pain and belay dat cursed reflux.