About a week later, and again we were expressing our concerns to the health visitor, but this time because John was being sick after every feed. When I say 'sick' I mean "*boilk*" followed by a milky smell and a small amount of milk, normally over my shoulder. The health visitor just assured us nothing was wrong, and in no uncertain terms told us to stop wasting her time. We did.
On the Friday evening John's mum was asleep and we were sat watching London's Burning. 16 day old John was fast asleep in BLS's arms, when he started to twitch.
"Oh look, he's dreaming" I said, nonchalently. Just at that moment the twitching started to turn into more violent spasms, and I realised there and then that he was possibly having some sort of fit. I phoned the ambulance, who told me to try and wake him by shouting at him or shaking him (gently, of course). Within minutes the ambulance guys were there and the fit was now over. John was back fast asleep, but the ambulance guys came in and the first one felt John's forehead and his liver, and said to the other one that he was showing signs of infection. We took him to the hospital, where they subjected him to a barrage of tests, all coming out negative. Whilst in hospital, whatever had caused the infection had it appeared also caused John to become constipated. As the antibiotics or whatever had kicked in, the blockage cleared itself in spectacular style. BLS and I were fighting the tide of ka ka that was now flowing freely. Well I say we were. BLS was, I was pissing myself laughing.

The truth was a lot simpler, John was lactose intolerant. He'd not had much nutrition since birth, causing the fit at 16 days old. The vomiting was nothing more then expelling the milk that he could no longer absorb. He was put on prescription for SMA, the nasty foul smelling soya milk replacement. And all returned to normal.
I, however, never looked the same again. The stress had started to show.