On the same night that I published the post about how well the Miracle Blanket was working the unthinkable happened: when I got up with Graham at 2:00 a.m. he magically got his arm out of the swaddle.
You've. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me.
And you just thought I was being neurotically superstitious.
This will be the last time I mention swaddling on this blog.
The End.
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