Swaddling Woes

What kind of mother would I be

If I let my daughter sit in her very own pee?


The only good thing to come out of my swaddling incapabilities was this cute limerick.
Other than that, I’d had a barrage of negative self-talk for days with the challenge of figuring out how to get my daughter to sleep when my husband was sleeping (he is a master swaddler).

So when my little one hadn’t been changed for a while, I had a decision to make: do I wait to change her until my husband wakes up or do I change her now myself—undoing the swaddle that so wonderfully kept her more comfortable in her sleep.

This moment of truth is what sparked me to compose the above limerick. And from its words, you can guess the path I chose. I decided to change my little sweet pea after all.

While I was changing her wet diaper, poop began to emerge. It was at that moment that I realized there were no more diapers in the smaller container and I could not locate the large bag of diaper refills. I was panicking. So I used a nearby burp cloth as a temporary diaper so I could hold my baby while searching for the diapers.

I soon remembered that the burp cloths we had were actually cloth diapers, since the baby nurse company we were using at the time recommended this as a more cost-effective option which would work just as well. I chuckled to myself when I realized that I was treating an actual cloth diaper as a back up alternative, when 50 or so years ago they were the only option (and still are in less developed countries).

I have since ordered a few other brands of swaddles known for making swaddling easier. We’ll see which one works best for me.

Just another episode of a first-time mama learning on the job.


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