It’s a quiet afternoon, the room is softly lit, and gentle lullabies play in the background. Gabby, your baby girl, is in your arms, her cheeks flushed from teething. She’s been fussy, chewing on a chilled teething ring for relief.

You gently rub her gums with a clean finger, and she calms down a bit.

You offer her a cold teat owl to chew on, which she grabs eagerly. Sitting on the sofa, you hold her close, humming softly.

It hurts you deeply to see your baby girl in so much pain, though there’s only so much you can do.