Ry had a really rough night on Friday, so we were both overly prepared for a horrendous night last night. He has what we (along with what seems like a million other parents) have dubbed his "witching" hour. Except on Thursday, that hour turned into several hours! He screamed and screamed. We rocked, swaddled and shushed him for what seemed like forever. Eating didn't work, swinging didn't work. Nothing worked.
Last night, I decided that even though the night before was extremely rough, I was still going to attempt to swaddle him. What baby does like to be swaddled?? Addison slept the best that way. So, he got a bottle, a change of clothes, dry diaper and into the miracle blanket he went. He was not happy. The poor little guy is seriously like a mini hercules. You can just seem him squirming, pushing and kicking as hard as he can to get out of that thing. He is a strong little bugger.






