I fought the swaddle, and the swaddle won

Ok, so you probably knew this post was coming. Like any unhealthy relationship, dependency is an unfortunate but sometimes unavoidable issue. Let me preface this by saying I have only caved once and it was for a good reason. I mean, a REALLY, REALLY good one. I promise. I do intend to burn my miracle blanket, I really do. Just.... not quite yet. (This is sounding more and more desperate isn't it?)

Yesterday The Chubs was in a funk. She ate even worse than she usually does and she was fussy. She was acting like she does when she's sick, or in pain. I actually noticed she has some sort of sore on her bottom gums where a tooth could possibly be emerging (I'm not holding my breath though), so maybe that is the problem.

The caving didn't happen yesterday though. It happened today at her third nap when she was crying like she does when she gets her immunizations. Rapid-fire, gagging, choking, turning blue type of crying. I went in several times to reassure her and try to calm her down. After the 4th attempt, considering she was still very upset, I gave up and swaddled her. 1 minute later. ONE MINUTE!! She was sound asleep and peaceful. I hate that thing, but ugh... I can't live without it quite yet. If it's the one thing that could calm her down and get her the sleep she desperately needed, so be it. But oh how I HATE IT! The only thing miraculous about this blanket is that it's going to take a miracle for me to finally get rid of it.