Abby got two hand knitted pairs of mittens from Grandma and she's not sure about them. She manages to wiggle out of them or get them wet because her hands are constantly in her mouth.
She's never really liked her hands constricted. Even in the hospital, when the nurse had tightly swaddled her, she got her little arm out of her pajama sleeve and up through the neck so it was free. This reminds me a lot of her Grandpere. When he was in a coma, at Yale New Haven in June 2006, all he wanted was his hands free. When we went to visit him, we'd untie him so he could put his hands up. (He had to be restrained so he wouldn't yank out his feeding tube.)
Even when she is sleeping, she is in a Halo sack that has the arms free. We got a swaddle me blanket but we never used it because she likes her arms free. She likes to sleep with her arms above her head sometimes. So she is in a fleece sack and covered to her waist. She's happy and snug as a pug in a rug.
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