I don't know the name of the person who came up with the idea of swaddling. And, franky, I haven't though much about it until now because Elliot hating being swaddled. We tried it for a few nights after he was born only to hear him grunting and kicking in his cradle until he was free from the confinement of the swaddling blanket. Obviously, 41.5 weeks of confinement in the womb was enough for him.
Will, on the other hand, loves being wrapped tighter than a burrito. We didn't bother swaddling him the first day because he was so tired from the birthing process that he didn't need any help sleeping. The second day he became increasingly fussy, wouldn't sleep well, and we had no idea why. It wasn't until our midwife came over and got him to lay peacefully by swaddling him that I remembered that many babies are comforted by the familiarity of the confinement of swaddling. Needless to say, Will's been wrapped in a blanketed cocoon ever since and is sleeping like an angel. I'm so thankful for more sleep than I deserve these first few nights! Accordingly, I've come to believe that swaddling must have divinely inspired and one of many things in parenting for which God is due immense praise!
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Isn't it funny how they are related but so different in some ways...Ella loved to be swaddled...Lucy NO WAY! They keep us on our toes, right:) Kim
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