Well, this isn’t going so well. It’s not going badly, but it seems today of all days H has decided to have her colicky cries all morning too, as well as a large chunk of the night.

I sort of look on helplessly and have a normal conversation with her, but mention poopy poops and burpy burps, and make up silly songs about them.

She’s not impressed.

This whole “sleep when they do” must be a myth. The only time I can get her to sleep is when she’s propped up against my chest, snuggled under a rug.

Ah well, almost time to brave the rain and go to the Health Visitor. God I wish I could drive….