Call me a worrywart, but I, like many others, developed an unexpected and absolutely overwhelming fear of SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome) immediately following the birth of my daughter. There was no way I was going to lose my precious bundle of joy so tragically. So, I forced my poor little girl to sleep without a blanket for the entire first year of her life (being cold was preferable to strangulation, in my view). And she also spent that year wedged between a foam contraption designed to ensure that there was no way in hell she could sleep on her stomach, let alone even move. I’m happy to report that she did manage to escape this tragic syndrome, though she now tosses and turns with a vengeance, I suppose to somehow make up for lost time.
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