It fits!

Of three newborn-sized coats that I knitted this one fits best. The crazy baby didn't sleep last night, so neither did Mum or Dad. Think it might be a touch of colic, and today she's making up for lost zeds. Granny PP found she hadn't lost her touch when rhythmic rocking stopped the crying and sent the gorgeous girl to the Land of Nod. Sing along with me ...
Dearie, dearie me!
Dearie dearie me!
What a lot of noise from
little Baby B!
... and repeat until crying changes to a look of deep concentration followed by heavy eyelids closing ... continue till your arm nearly drops off and Baby B is willing to stay dropped off herself. Place her in Moses basket. Phew!