I have a love/hate relationship with swaddling. On the one hand, I feel all cozy and warm. It’s like I’m giving myself a long, gentle hug, and before I know it I’m out.
On the other hand, I know mom-lady is doing this because she intends to put me down, and I already told you I don’t like being put down. I feel her wrapping me up, pinning my arms to my side, and I resist. I kick, I scream, then my eyes get all heavy and I wake up four hours later.
IT’S LIKE A DRUG, THE SWADDLE BLANKET!
Plus, I feel a bit like a crazy person in a straight jacket, and I don’t think the swaddle is at all flattering to my cheeks.
My cheeks are awesome. I know because everyone keeps saying so.
I wish they’d stop kissing and biting on them, though…
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Her words, not mine.