Elijah the Escape Artist
Have you ever had a baby that just would not stay swaddled? For some reason he is either too strong or too dexterous, too tricky or too stubborn to keep swaddled up at night? Well, my baby son Ellijah is one of those babies.
You try to swaddle them firmly, wrap their arms properly, tuck them in all nice and warm at night, but for some reason, just when it is coldest, just when you are in a blissfully deep sleep dreaming something pleasant, and he escapes. He wakes up. He feels the need to wiggle around. He escapes his bonds and gets his arms out, he starts rolling around, and next he finds his hands to start trying to suck on, because that’s what babies do. He finds out quite quickly that his hands are no replacement for mummy.
This is bad. Now he is VERY awake. Now he wants food. He wants Mummy. Now it is time for my darling wife, pretending to be asleep next to me, to get up. But, it gets worse, because now I am VERY awake too. Yes, now everyone, including my darling daughter Miranda are now awake, because, Elijah has escaped. He starts crying at 4am in the morning because he has escaped, and he is awake, and he is cold, and he is hungry, and he wants attention.
What do you do about this? Well, just as most parents would do, you get up and attend to the escape artist.