As a new mom, I was terrified Baby Boy was going to die. I googled and read books and watched his every breath. I meticulously kept track of the odds of SIDS at every month, relaxing just a fraction when he when exited the high risk window. I am sure it was all new mom hormones - which no one told me were coming. Caught me by surprise to find myself not only riding, but driving the crazy train. I blame (as always) our hunter gatherer ancestors. God had to give us these crazy protective hormone surges to keep those hunter gatherer moms from leaving their babies out for the saber tooth tigers.
God, there are no more saber tooth tigers.
There are, however....blankets.
Scary, huh?
With Baby Boy, that was my craziest fear. (Well, that and falling off a bridge in my van full of kids, but that is a whole other story). I was hyper vigilant about blankets being twenty feet from my baby. The hospital put this one in my head because before they let you go home with your new baby, you are forced to watch a video about the dangers of suffacating. An entire twenty minutes of actors pretending to roll over on their babies or pull blankets over their faces. IT.WAS.HORRIFYING. He was a year old before I would let him sleep with even the smallest blanket.
Fast forward to Baby Girl who is currently 9 months old...Mama is still a 'lil crazy (See bridge fear above) but I think it is mostly in check. Which is good, because Baby Girl's favorite way to sleep is this...
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