Tomorrow Emily will be 11 weeks old. It's a short, short life so far and yet, she's already come so far. She's begun reaching for her toys, sometimes even manages to grab at them (especially her Sophie Giraffe). She's chattering more, smiles at practically anyone who gives her the slightest bit of attention. She now weighs 13lbs or 5.88kg, has moved up a level in bottle teats, and two in nappies!
And she's teething. My sweet, happy baby is breaking my heart with her pained cries, biting down on her hands and my knuckles with all her might, looking at me as though to beg for help and all I can do, realistically, is cuddle her through it. Sure, baby painkillers and teething gels have been administered, but it doesn't make the pain stay away. My heart shatters into a million pieces every time she cries.