Willow woke for hourly/two hourly feeds as per usual throughout the night. About 6am I crashed out on Big E's bed (he wasn't there at the time so it's okay) and had that extra hour which felt good. I had left Charlotte to it and got on my bike...

Events following I was not aware of at the time but was informed later, but make more sense in the blog to put things in order. Charlotte had taken Willow to see the doctor due to her recent change in behaviour. They were waiting in the waiting room (the doctor was running a little late) and Willow decided it would be a good idea to fill the awkward silence in the room with a fart... and more farts... wet farts. The room laughed, my daughter, the physical comedian aged 3.5 weeks.

Charlotte was then brought into the doctor's room and on 'undressing Willow' revealed lots, and lots... and lots more lots of poo... EVERYWHERE. Up her back, down her legs, on her belly. Charlotte was extremely embarrassed and did her best to clean Willow up. The doctor was not worried about Willow's health in the slightest and asked Charlotte questions such as, "Is this your first child?" and "Do you have a supportive partner?"... she really didn't know what to think. Of course, give yourself the same scenario and perhaps you can see why they asked those questions. A mum comes in with a baby, covered in shit, but not unwell in the classical sense... not a good picture. Any way, advice was not very helpful and we're just having to 'roll with it' and come back if we are concerned... we were concerned before and wanted reassurance and that we hadn't received.

Unbeknownst to all this I arrived home and witnessed an extremely sleepy Willow. I gave her a cuddle and attempted to wake her ready for her bath. It took a while (and she wasn't happy about being woken - who is right?) but we managed to bath her, she seemed to enjoy the first few minutes but suddenly became extremely unhappy in the later moments of the bath.

Once out, she was hard to settle, the only soother was the boob but it wasn't 100% effective. Charlotte showered, leaving me with a relatively passive little baby, but not for long. Uncontrollable, inconsolable screaming occurred and no matter what I did she wouldn't and couldn't calm down.

I found myself entirely frustrated, stressing myself out and taking it out on my wife after she got out of the shower berating myself for being useless and feeling powerless to do anything. Again, my dear lady wife tried to convince me that I was doing a good job but I wouldn't listen, instead I was grumpy, and moody and fundamentally upset at myself. Eventually I calmed down, again feeling like a waste of space.

The evening transpired and Charlotte left me holding the baby while she went to bed at 22:30. 3 hours later (and + $200k fake poker chip winnings later) I went to bed, Willow was fed, changed, fed once more then put into bed. Then she was fed and put to bed... and fed and put to bed... and eventually fed and put to bed where she slept for the next 3 hours!