Last night when Pollard woke at 3:15, as he does EVERY BLEEPING NIGHT OF HIS TINY LITTLE LIFE, I had it. I put his macho arms back into his swaddle, vecroe'd that sucker tight and stuck in the paci.
No such luck.
Turns out that now when he's really alert and awake he rolls straight over onto his tummy (more to come on this, pics, etc). So when I am walking out of his nursery, I see him topple over onto his face, right into the bumper. I see SIDS, I go running back. This is exactly what he wants me to do...
I flop him back over, he flops back on his tummy. I flop him, he grunts and flops himself. We do this exercise 3 times, and it's now 3:25. I resort to making a bottle, put it in his mouth, he sucks it down and back to bed he goes, swaddle and all.
In my concerned state about finding him face first 2 nights in a row now, I called Sheree, the all-knowing nurse at Pediatric Healthcare. She told me immediately that I had to take him out of the swaddle. This reduced me to tears. All I know about that is Allison took Riley out of his swaddle and he woke up every hour. Dear God save me from tonight.
Pollard is a beastly little baby, and when he grunts and throws himself around, he's not kidding. I'm terribly sleep deprived and exhausti-fied. HEEELLLPPP UUUSSSS.