Sleep Aid

I don’t like feeling sleepy, and when I don’t like something, I fuss. That’s my solution for most things and it usually works. For some reason, it doesn’t seem to work for the sleepy feeling. I’m probably just not fussing hard enough.

Fussing is exhausting work and it takes a good deal of energy to fuss properly. This tends to add to my sleepy feeling, which makes the situation more desperate. I fuss even harder as the sleepy feeling gets more serious. This makes me even more tired and I find myself caught in a loop.

As this cycle continues, I begin to see the situation as dire, which makes me rather inconsolable. Mommy tries to help me relax and lay down, but how can I do that when I have such a serious problem to solve. I don’t want to be rocked or snuggled when I am in such urgent need. I don’t have time for such things. I need to fuss harder!

Mommy strips me down to my diaper and holds me on her lap against my will. I struggle, grumble, and scream. Then I see something in mommy’s hand. It’s my fuzzy blanket! I reach my hands towards it in desperation. I need that blanket! Mommy lets it drape over my lap and I dive into it face first. It’s so soft! Overwhelmingly soft. I don’t know what to do with all this softness.

Baby bundled in a fuzzy blanket in a crib

Bundled in my fuzzy blanket.

I come up for air. I get my hands in there and this time I bring the blanket up to my face, instead of my face down to the blanket. It feels so good and soothing. I start to feel funny. Like I’m drunk on fuzzy softness. I don’t mind that feeling.

Mommy bundles me in my fuzzy blanket from chin to toes. I’m surrounded by softness and it feels so good. She holds me close and rocks a little. What was making me furious before is making me feel so comfortable now. So soft, so warm, so wonderful.

As I sit there wrapped in fuzz, leaning against mommy, I begin to feel like closing my eyes. My blinks get longer, and the time between the blinks gets shorter. Very gently, mommy stands up and carries me to my crib. She plants a soft kiss on my forehead and puts me in my crib. I’m so comfy. Mommy strokes my hair as she tells me that she loves me and I drift off to sleep.

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