I am forever grateful to Dr. Karp, author of The Happiest Baby on the Block, for introducing the five s's, most specifically swaddling, to our lives. He truly saved our sanity in some wretched, horrid times. The miracle blanket became Elizabeth's best friend during "the colic" and really, if I could have married that green thing, I would have. Love, love, loved the miracle blanket! But, alas, all good things must come to an end. I think it is time we break up with our soft, snuggly, wraparound sleep inducer.
Elizabeth will be six months tomorrow. How? I don't know because I swear I am still recovering and shouldn't there be meals coming? Flew by. Anyway, Elizabeth has grown some in that time and the same blanket that swallowed her whole four months ago now has trouble covering all of her body parts. Fold it up and pack it away you say? There's just one wee problem with that. Elizabeth has no idea how to sleep without him since they've been together so long. Oh, we've tried, dear Lord, have we tried, but the minute her little back hits that bed it's like her arms have taken on a life of their own. Oh, the flailing. Then, the crying. Then, we're back scrolling the now playing list on the tivo until my eyes begin closing involuntarily and I dig out that groovy miracle blanket and give her a fix. You'd think that would be good and fine and we'd all sleep happily afterward, but no. MB, bless his heart, can no longer restrain those restless arms for long. Sure, he gives it the old college try, but eventually Elizabeth breaks free from the once wonderful relationship and, usually, winds up bopping herself in the head until we are once again consoling our sorrows downstairs with our old buddy Alton or our new buddy Chuck.
I would really like to make a clean, quick break for everyone's well being, but it seems that this might be one of those long, drawn-out, just-one-more-time break ups that really aren't good for anyone.
Help me Dr. Karp! What do I do now?
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