I totally caved. The boy has been breaking free from his swaddle the past few days. Each sleep period his left arm miraculously appeared over the top of his blanket or SwaddleMe. Being an astute parent I believe this means it is time to wean him from swaddling for sleepy time.
His first two naps went swimmingly. Slept well and soundly, one arm out of the swaddle. It went progressively downhill from there. Beginning at 3:30, when he suddenly developed the ability to bring his fist to his mouth, but not the ability to keep it there, the boy has been unable to fall deeply asleep. He keeps teasing himself with his free hand.
Mike asks if we should wrap him up fully after hour two of swaddle-drama-rama to which I respond, no, because we’re going to have to do this some time. Might as well be today.
10pm. Well in to hour three of swaddle mania. Ben: wide-awake. Mom and dad: increasingly tired, with no end in sight. So, I caved.
Boy is fully swaddled and being put down by his saintly father.
