Since giving birth, a terrible terrible thing obviously, my wife can't go anywhere without carrying drinking water with her. And now, apparently, it must be in a flip-top sports container, even though she's not particularly sporty. Even the simple journey between our front door and the car is riven with worry. I think she feels she might dehydrate in the twenty feet betwixt door and vehicle. She genuinely panics! There is now a 'munchausen by proxy' effect of myself taking on the worry of her shrivelling up. What do I do?