She’s just a little poorly. That’s all.

He rocks her in his arms, like he did their newborn.

Her hand flops down.

Now now dear, none of that.

We’ll sit you by the fire.

Would you like a cup of tea?

How about a blanket?

Would you like to hold the baby?

Oh, it’s time to feed him. Okay. I’ll do that, shall I?

Let’s have some rest dear.

Wake up now, it’s morning.

Baby’s crying.

Feed it again?

And now I’ve got to change it?

Okay dear, make sure you rest.

A few more changes and sleeps, naps and feeding times.

I think it’s time you stopped resting now dear.

That’s a nice perfume, sweet. A little bit… rotten though dear. No offence sweetheart.

He’s crying again.

Maybe you should hold him. He’d like that.

Not up for to?

You just rest up dear.