Swaddle, I'm over you.

Call me a glutton for punishment, but I've now decided it's time for the dreaded swaddle wean. Or, actually, Camden decided for me.

This kid has a very passionate love/hate relationship with his Miracle Blanket. He hates the feeling of confinement & can bust out of it (arms AND legs) within a few minutes if he just isn't feeling up to napping (or bedtime, whatever the case may be). But once he's broken free, all hope of sleep is officially gone. You know how I mentioned in my previous post that, when Camden wakes up at night, sometimes he can soothe himself back to sleep but sometimes he needs help? Well, that help normally consists of Mommy reswaddling him, only to have him break free again 3 minutes later. Rinse and repeat, until he finally stops fighting his way out of it and drifts back off to dreamland. This is where the love aspect of his very tempestuous relationship with his Miracle Blanket comes in: Camden can only fall asleep when snuggly wrapped up because that's all he's ever known.

Yeah, I've had enough. I'm sick of fumbling around in the dark every night, attempting to reswaddle tightly enough so that little Houdini can't maneuver his way out. Plus, if I don't stop now when he's just about 5 months old, where do I draw the line? Eighteen years from now, will I need to pack up a custom-made Miracle Blanket to go along with his other dorm life necessities? Will I also need to include instructions for his roommate on how to properly swaddle him? Not to mention that his honeymoon might be extra tricky if he still needs to be swaddled at night.

You get where I'm going with this. It's time. So today, I started with the one-limb-at-a-time weaning process. He's currently taking his early evening catnap swaddled snuggly sans his right arm--which is resting peacefully at his side. Wish us luck. We'll need it until all limbs are finally set free.