It's almost 11am, and Baby E.M has just woken up. She looks better, she's definitely slept...I didn't take her downstairs when she first woke up (around 7.45am) because all she did is cry and whinge, and had the tell-tale red shadow round both eyes. So I told her firmly she was to rest until she felt better, and I do feel bad - just a little, but at the very least I know it's for her own good.

Besides, she'll be all better once she gets a Nutella sandwich and a banana down her :)