A play by play of this afternoon's nap which led to my mental-break at which time I called my sister crying:
About 2:00 pm, after nursing and rocking her to sleep. Finally sleeping, yet her comfort position is with her one little finger inside her paci.
Hmm, she's asleep, I have a splitting headache. I guess I will escape while she's sleeping, even though this set up seems a little precarious. Any sudden jerk could compromise this peaceful scene.
And at 2:10, said jerk happened. Screaming chaos ensued.
At 3:00 I threw in the towel, wrapped her back up and rocked her to sleep. 3:15. Just in time for the boys to get up. And, yes, I thought laying her the opposite direction would help her sleep. Above her head are all manner of things we have used to wrap her up in the last few days (another problem is she's breaking out of her swaddle, which is why she needs to learn how to get back to sleep without it!). Yes, Cody wrapped her in a bath towel last night at 4:30 a.m. when he gave up. I guess he threw in the towel too.