It’s like a war zone in there.
Isabel is now in her crib, sans swaddle. She is free. And she is crazy. Seriously, it’s crib gymnastics in there. The blanket is in one place, the lovey in another, her body is contorted in all directions, it’s a mess. We even had to install mesh bumpers because she was getting her arms stuck.
But’s its beautiful. Sometimes she sleeps like the famous statue of Jesus Christ in Brazil, with her arms out straight. Other times it’s as if she is making snow angels. But inevitably, she will rotate multiple times, flip from back to stomach, and even freak us out by covering her face.
It’s a beautiful mess and I can’t stop staring at the damn monitor.
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