Unwedged

The week we spent in the hospital after Greta was born it was discovered that Greta had acid reflux which made sleeping uncomfortable for her (and us).
Enter... The Wedge.
Children's fitted her with a giant foam throne complete with large blue Velcro straps to keep her sleeping in a comfortable semi-upright position. They told us that she would probably not need it by the time she got to be 6 months.
Well, 6 months came and went and she still slept in her wedge. Now the function was replaced by its comforts and Greta didn't fancy sleeping without it.
It was comical really seeing this big baby with her shoulders crammed between the foam sides, and arms sticking out and up since they couldn't fit at her side anymore. Foam groaning and buckling under the strain.
We tried taking it out cold turkey and I can't remember a more miserable night for either of us. She kept turning over looking for the side of her wedge to snuggle into and kept lodging herself in the bars of the crib instead.
Another complication was that she wasn't an ambi-roller yet. She could roll back to front, but front to back was something else. So one roll and she was stuck. Despair of life inevitably followed.
However lately she's been rolling to AND fro so we have been weaning Greta into what we call "Big girl naps" (without the wedge), and finally 2 nights ago we took the plunge and had her sleep...bum, bum, buuuuum...WEDGELESS!
Happy to say she did great, and proved herself again last night!

Ladies and gentleman... The Wedgeless Wonder...