Yesterday, Huck had his 6mo check up. 75th percentile for height, 50th for weight, yes yes, he’s strong and smart and devilishly handsome, but wait–this part I was not expecting–doc says I have to wean him of his swaddle.
“He is too big for a swaddle,” is how she said it. (She said some other things, too . . . another post, another post.)
Cue my heart breaking into a zillion pieces!
I love to swaddle. I am practically a professional! The swaddle has become our sleep-time ritual. “Let’s go swaddle your waddle!” I mean, I say that easily four times a day. Carry him into the bedroom, dim the lights, wrap him up tight, sing him a quick something or other, kiss him on his cute wittle forehead, into bed. What will I do without the swaddle? Good gravy, why is this all happening so fast?!?!?
(More after the jump.)
It’s not as if Huck can’t get out of a swaddle on his own (he wriggles his arms and legs free every night and usually wakes up with a tube of a blanket around his midsection), and it’s not as if he’s terribly at risk for SIDs anymore (DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME OTHERWISE, INTERNET!), so I don’t get what the big deal is? Do you?
There are many, many reasons why one should swaddle their baby: Comfort, warmth, security, to dampen their jittery reflexes as newborns (yes, he’s grown out of this, but . . . !), and studies have shown that a good swaddle will help babies to self-soothe. See? Good reasons!
And what is really the difference between a nighttime swaddle and a good, old-fashioned “tuck-in?” ??? SERIOUSLY.
So, what I want to know is, what are the reasons why one should not swaddle? And when is “too old” really too old? And pardon me if I don’t think six months is it, but . . . really. Really! Really?
I don’t know, you tell me.