I hate being swaddled. Of course, swaddling is a good way of settling and soothing irritable newborns like myself. It's supposed to provide warmth for me who is used to live in the Womb. But I can't stretch myself and it can get quite warm inside especially since we're all living in warm sin-chia-por. I bet even my sister would scream her head off if she's inside. However I often managed to un'swaddle myself and stretch myself till I'm red in the face. It's a bliss sleeping like that, I tell you.
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