The only way we could get our crying baby to sleep was if Andy swaddled him. It didn’t matter what time of the day it was. If he napped in his swing, he was swaddled. If he napped in his pack-n-play, he was swaddled. If we could have, we would have swaddled him in his car seat. This boy loved being swaddled.
Oster’s infatuation with the blanket was ceased when his legs grew to be too big for it: at 6 months. Too old to be swaddled, you might think? Not for this kid! He liked it so much that he actually laughed when he was being wrapped up.
You can imagine how difficult it was to get him to sleep after being swaddled for so long. He no longer slept through the night. It was rough. Sometimes he would wake up three times during the night. At 7 months, the lack of sleep was excruciating; I was beginning to find full bottles of milk in the cupboards and empty bottles in the refrigerator.
After talking with our pediatrician, we agreed to let Oster work it out. Which he did after about 10 minutes. No sleeping problems since.