We had an unseasonal Berkeley heat wave earlier this week causing us to sleep with all windows open, the fans on, and the baby unswaddled. We all slept like crap… a total backslide… up every two hours or less.
But then! The thermometer went back to normal and we reintroduced the swaddle. Nine freaking hours in a row!! Sure, my boobs turned into pumpkins, but that’s a price worth paying. The next night, we had a mere six, but I’ll take it.
[and I can't jinx myself if I don't expect it to continue, right? knocking wood, fingers crossed, and spilling salt over my shoulders just in case!]
Nobody has paid me to review or love this Amazing Miracle Swaddling Blanket. Nobody has ever sent me a free one, though I would gladly take it. My husband can wrap a fierce receiving blanket but our babies are too big. And do not accept an imitation with velcro. I beg you. Velcro is not the same!
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