And on the 12th day after Pip’s birth, I didn’t cry.
I didn’t cry, but Pip did. Howled like an angry lamb.
Caused, I think, by a combination of a growth spurt and trapped wind. She looks different, has filled out a lot and is no longer a tiny fragile new born. When the midwives came to weigh her, she’s put back on her birth weight and more, now weighing 4.2kg.