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[cybermule]

This is about the time Ben should have arrived - we had a whole extra fortnight with him. He's now at the stage where he seems to cry a lot, and I have no idea why. It's a guessing game where the answer is mostly "food". When you try to find out anything about babies, the advice is always conflicting. I'm trying to just feed him on demand as I can't bear the thought of starving something that small.

Yesterday, we all went for a walk in Dyrham Park in the thunderstorm, which was more the picture of parenthood I'd imagined. His pram's built like a landrover. And we all still have a life and some shreds of sanity.