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.

Sicks Months?

What a better way to celebrate your half birthday than to wake up at 3:30am blowing snot bubbles out of your nose? Poor little Chub Muffin is sick. When I went in to check on her last night, snot covered her cheeks, nose and mouth. She was crying and miserable. I spent the next hour rocking her until she was drowsy enough to fall back asleep again and I ended up sleeping on the floor next to her in her room since she had a few phlegmy spit ups that made her gag and made me a little too nervous to leave her alone in her room for the rest of the night. This means we are both exhausted today. But that won't keep me from celebrating my baby's first half year of her life. We are, afterall, party animals.

(I should get a medal for posting a photo of myself 3 weeks post partum)

Celebrating can take on many forms though. It may mean laying around watching Clifford or Sesame Street on PBS because e-e-e-e-elmo likes half birthdays. It's bound to be an eventful day full of kleenex, suction bulbs and mucus. Lodi Dodi we likes to Paaaa(r)ty.