Tuesday 12th March 2019
You may look sweet in your cherry onesie, all sleepy in daddy’s arms Elektra, however I live your truth day and night: you fart like a sailor. Bum is a trumpet! You grimace and complain; -it must ache inside!
I’m making every effort to feed you breastmilk however sometimes necessity dictates otherwise and I serve up Aptamil Gold. This may or may not irritate your insided. Hence farts. Then again the trapped air could be due to you gulping large amounts of air when you cru, or when you gulp down the contents of a bottle.
Even now at 5am its your bum farting