NoM - I ended up mixed-feeding my elder daughter. That worked fine. She still got whatever antibodies I could give her and filled-up on the bottle. Same daughter was in despair over not being able to feed my granddaughter - long, weepy phone-calls - who is now (at 12) taller than me and I'm 5'8". Don't feel bad.
OP - a sure and certain 'run for the hankies' for me is small children singing carols together - and always, always, no matter how many times I've seen it, the scene at the end of The Railway Children, where Jenny Agutter, says "Daddy, my Daddy" as he emerges from the steam and smoke. In fact I'm welling-up now!