After what has emerged to have been a honeymoon period, the little girl spent most of yesterday more how I had always feared in my pre-baby days. She spent the whole evening wailing inconsolably, the poor thing. We are now going to try some stuff called Infacol which supposedly helps to clear the dreaded wind.
Having said all that, today she has been an angel again. I guess there are just going to be good days and bad days.