So the wee one is rapidly not so wee any more. He weighed in at 10 lbs today. At 11 days old, he’s already past his birth weight. He’s going to be a chunk.
Today, I felt more inadequate than I ever have in my life. We had a minor medical procedure done and nothing I did could comfort him. And it was so very hard to watch him in pain and be unable to do anything to make it better. It was even hard to hold him, because it didn’t seem to comfort him or do him any good. Instead, I wanted to hide in a corner somewhere and cry my eyes out for failing to be able to help him.
I know he’ll be fine and won’t remember anything. But still, seeing your child hurt and being unable to stop it or even fix it afterwards is HARD.