I never thought swaddling a baby will ever become an issue.
But it did with Kiko.
I tried to swaddle him for as long as I can to protect him from the chilly winter nights. And of course he slept longer if not better with it.
Until he started to become uncomfortable and tried to untangle himself in such a tight situation.
He woke up with one arm out or both arms out. He did this sort of thing for about every hour at night. I tried swaddling him back completely only to be awakened up by a loud cry due to one arm swinging relentlessly in the air.
He can’t sleep with it. He can’t sleep without it.
Major headache for me.
So one evening, I finally decided to unswaddle my bundle of joy completely. Bite the bullet. You might think this was easy, certainly not for me. I never heard him wailed as desperately loud. It took about two hours of crying agony for him and for me.
But that set us both free. Sleep has come back. He is finally swaddle free.
Mom and bub are happy again.