Day 48

I am nearly 7 weeks old and trouble is brewing!

Mummy and daddy have changed tactics for tonight. Daddy sleeps from 8:30pm until 2:00am. Then mummy sleeps and daddy looks after me and feeds me a bottle. That way mummy can get some sleep. Poor mummy. Breastfeeding every 3 hours is so tough.

4:00am. I'm crying and whining. Daddy thinks I'm hungry but that's not the problem.

There's trouble brewing. Down below.........!

Daddy feeds me some lovely milk. He looks down at me and smiles. He's listening to the cricket. He's very happy. So he doesn't notice the grumblings and the rumblings.

There's trouble down below.........!

I've had half my milk when it happens ...........!

KAPOW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My bottom explodes. And I mean it really explodes. Eugh !

Pooh fills my nappy.

Eugh!

Pooh bursts out of my nappy.

Eugh. Eugh !

Pooh bursts out of my nappy and covers my vest.

Eugh. Eugh. Eugh!

Pooh bursts out of my vest and covers my babygrow.

Eugh. Eugh. Eugh. Eugh!

Pooh bursts out of my babygrow and drips onto mummy and daddy's bed.

Eugh. Eugh. Eugh. Eugh. Eugh!

Daddy can't quite believe it. How can this be happening at 4:00am.

A quick feed has turned into a nappy change, an all-over wash, a clothes change, a bed linen change and finishing off the feed.

Oh God.

At least the cricket is going well.

Come on 'Monty The Destroyer!'