As I type this you are having a mini fit in your crib. See you are an addict. There I said it. Your name is Dylan Derhake, you are 16 weeks old and you are addicted to the swaddle.
The problem is you are really close to rolling over and you are constantly breaking out of your swaddle, and it just doesn't seem that safe anymore. I'm afraid the SIDS Police are going to come knock down my door.
Which brings us back to why you are currently having a mini fit. I am attempting to wean you off the swaddle. It is not going well. I fear that now that you have had a taste of the swaddle nothing else is gonna do. I am pretty sure in about twenty seconds I am going to be the biggest enabler and give you what you want. I am weak. Forgive me.
This makes me super scared for the day when we have to ditch the paci. Because really the swaddle is just the gateway drug. If the swaddle is cigarettes than the paci is straight up crack. Covered in chocolate. Chocolate covered crack. We don't stand a chance.
Off to swaddle you back up. Junkie.
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