Feeling a little foolish. Amelia cries...'cause she's hungry. She is growing, growing and my boobs just don't get her what she needs sometimes. So, she cries.
Now that we've figured it out, I'm more sympathetic.
We've done a bottle from day 3, and she's had no nipple confusion, so the remedy is a simple one.
And she's finally outgrown her newborn clothes and is rounding out nicely.
Her smiles are like crack they are so addictive; luckily, she gives them readily.
She is becoming something of a night owl. We love her still.