I think we have an answer, Watson – the teeth game is afoot. I realised last night that the witchling, despite waking up approximately every twenty minutes for most of the night, was genuinely trying her best to sleep. This morning, a cautious rootle in her mouth revealed a white bump on the front of her lower gum. She is dribbling for England, has developed a slight cough, and, yesterday, had a mild temperature in the evening. Case closed, methinks. Of course, that doesn’t mean it’s exactly fun, buggering about at such frequent midnight intervals, but at least there appears to be a reason other than bloody-mindedness (something I have always struggled to attribute to a four-month-old child, anyway). Pass the camomile.

Thanks to all of you who suggested cranio-sacral therapy. I am pondering it. See, trouble is, I’m slightly biased against it – I went to see a cranio chap when I was pregnant, having been told how marvellous they were for SPD symptoms. The chappy, he was useless – he had me lying flat on my back, which, at thirty-four weeks pregnant, was not wildly comfortable, and he had no idea why I should have felt faint at that point. Well, er, perhaps because such a position puts the weight of the baby on several major arteries into one’s heart, or something similar…? I think that, and having worked in a shop where various alternative health practitioners were available (which meant also seeing how hit-and-miss many of their approaches were) and were clearly insane, means I’m a bit cautious, shall we say. I’m thinking about it again, though, in light of the recommendations.

For now, sleep. If possible.