How to wrap a baby in swaddling clothes

Have a newborn, and a manger, and you don’t know what to do?  Problem solved.

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  1. I was more proud than I can say when my son, in preparing for the birth of my grandson two years ago, was voted Best Swaddler in Class. So glad it’s back, and so relieved the NAB translators did not yield to the suggestion to swap out swaddling clothes for “linen bands.” During the very same debate, my friend Bishop Anthony Bosco, now Emeritus of Greensburg, described his horror at the suggestion that “manger” be anglicized. “I am not telling the first graders of Pennsylvania that they have to sing ‘Away in a FEEDBOX’!” he roared.

    Of course, these days we’d have to involve him in pannis and recline him in a praesepio.

  2. One of the advantages of having a mom who was educated in a hospital school of nursing in the 50s (a cross between college and Marine boot camp!) is all of the little useful things that she had learned. I learned how to swaddle a dolly when I was about 4!

  3. pagansister says:

    Babies are supposed to like the security of being swaddled but my grandson (now 21 months old) didn’t like his arms being restricted by the wrapping—and he still doesn’t like his arms under the covers. So, it doesn’t work for all little ones—but for the ones it does—’tis good. :o)

  4. Somehow the video reminds me of this one.

  5. My 7 year old and I were looking at various depictions of the Nativity. We looked at one and she said, with disapproval, “They’re not supporting Baby Jesus’ neck in this picture.” She was right.

  6. Nativity sets never seem to get it right. Baby Jesus would have been bundled very tightly in a lot of cloth to keep him warm, not wearing some kind of gold-fringed smock thing. He would have been nearly bald or with a little shock of hair, not a blondish permanent-wave do straight out of the 80´s. His face would be a bit smushy, a little bit coneheaded from the birth, with closed eyes unable to bear the light, not gazing at the viewer with a solemn, unearthly expression. Baby Jesus was a baby, a squishy, fleshy, warm, wiggly, vernyx covered infant with stork bites, a placenta hanging off of him, and tiny human features. It seems there´s still a bit of gnostic pride in us that is afraid to represent such a radical thing.

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