Quinn vs Swaddle

From the moment I saw those two pink lines I knew two things. One: I was terrified to have three children, and two: I would without a doubt, swaddle. There was simply no

question. Like the babies that came before her, my sweet new bundle would sleep tight within the confines of fabric, blissful and content. And, she did. From day one she was wrapped tightly.

I had been prepared with a brand spanking new Miracle Blanket for months. It sat on the dresser awaiting her arrival and I couldn’t wait to make use of it for some of that precious sleep. The weeks went on after her birth and this silky soft daughter of mine did, as I imagined, sleep quite well in her cotton cocoon.

That is until her second month. It terrified me to be honest, the first time I saw it flailing about. You know, her arm. She’d managed an escape. How on earth did she wiggle free from the Miracle Blanket? She wasn’t that strong! I brushed it off as a random act of protest and continued on our merry swaddling way. Sure enough however, she began to free herself more and more often. First the arm, then a leg, sometimes both legs would flop right out.

I had been snapping quick photos and sharing on Instagram, when I began to notice a pattern. We were seeing our escaping baby near every nap time. So as sad as I was, we said fairwell to the Miracle Blanket thinking she would simply sleep, sans swaddle. That wasn’t happening however. Our amazing sleeper cried and cried. She was barely resting and just miserable, so off to Babies R Us I marched in search of an answer.

The SwaddleMe became our next attempt. Surely this contraption would do the trick. Nope, not a chance. We saw even more of her limbs now than ever. Desperate, a final order was placed for a Woombie. Not just any Woombie, the Houdini Woombie. Our little mastermind wouldn’t stand a chance against this piece of fabric!

Not even a week would pass before she again, managed free of the zipper. Not only this, but our former tiny tot did her first roll-over, while in the confines of the Woombie. I had to giggle at this, the final straw. Sure enough we’d lost hope and realized she simply needed to say her goodbyes. The Quinn vs Swaddle saga had ended, Quinn had won.

What began as a simple swaddle escape became a series of images I absolutely adore. Pictures that bleed infancy, exhaustion, and humor. We will forever look back on her first three months with a smile, thanks to the photo book I was able to create. This precious 5×5 holds photos so dear to our hearts, I’m eternally grateful I thought to take the time to snap them.