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Emma fell asleep while on a walk in her pram, she had a sort of heavy blanket over her. I parked her in my bedroom, which is right next to the living room where me and the other kids were watching TV. The blanket was up to around about her armpits and her arms were on the top of it.
I kept thinking I could hear something but that it couldn't be Emma, because she's so close and is always loud and easy to hear (door was open). Anyway I felt like something wasn't right so I went to check on her, she was screaming and had pulled the blanket up over her head and then gotten the corner under the side of her head somehow (how does a 10 week old do this?!!) she was covered in sweat and tears and her face was bright red.
I've never had this happen and never had blankets with my other babies, they were swaddled in wraps that had zips and Velcro and born at a totally different time of year when it was hot in New Zealand. It was the middle of winter when Emma was born and it's warmer now but still chilly sometimes walking in the rain and wind. She's never been swaddled so always has her hands free.
I feel so totally rotten, she could have easily died and I might not have heard her and the whole thing is all my fault. She's fine and happy now and smiley but what a dumb idiot I am.
I don't think I'm ever going to have a blanket anywhere near her ever again
I kept thinking I could hear something but that it couldn't be Emma, because she's so close and is always loud and easy to hear (door was open). Anyway I felt like something wasn't right so I went to check on her, she was screaming and had pulled the blanket up over her head and then gotten the corner under the side of her head somehow (how does a 10 week old do this?!!) she was covered in sweat and tears and her face was bright red.
I've never had this happen and never had blankets with my other babies, they were swaddled in wraps that had zips and Velcro and born at a totally different time of year when it was hot in New Zealand. It was the middle of winter when Emma was born and it's warmer now but still chilly sometimes walking in the rain and wind. She's never been swaddled so always has her hands free.
I feel so totally rotten, she could have easily died and I might not have heard her and the whole thing is all my fault. She's fine and happy now and smiley but what a dumb idiot I am.
I don't think I'm ever going to have a blanket anywhere near her ever again