No Roger, No Re-run, No Sleep

(It's a What's Happening reference people. Yup, we're that kind of old)

The whole point of swaddling is to keep her arms locked down. In some way, the restricted movement is comforting and womb-like, and helps babies sleep, or at the very least calm down.

And as far as technique, I'd say Corrie and I are doing pretty well. With a plain square receiving blanket, we can make a pretty tight baby burrito. But the one secret weapon that is supposed to by the fort knox of blankets is the Miracle Blanket.

Lately however, she's been managing to frustrate even this, as slowly, throughout the night, her arms find their way out. Perhaps she dislocates her sholuder like Mel Gibson in Leathal Weapon, but one way or another, she will not be contained.

This morning I woke up after a particularily loud baby grunt. I go to check on her, only to find she is out cold, but making her defiant Black Power Salute. I'm thinking this is simply her first cause, but whatever helps her sleep works for us.