Before I get started you should know something about me. I am a worrier, the kind of girl who has been known to lose sleep over any and all sorts of things, ranging from the serious to the silly. Handwringer, Nervous Nellie, worrywart, whatever you want to call it, on my worst days there’s a chance you could find me going over situations in my mind that may or may not ever happen. On my best days, it ain’t no thing- I’m as cool as a cucumber, but those worrisome days when I have a bit of a doomsday mentality are the pits.
Now, once I became responsible for the little person growing inside of my belly this was both good and bad for my worrier ways. Good, because I had to grow up a bit more than I already had. I was about to be a Mom! There was no time to waste obsessing over silly things and being scared of who knows what. But the bad was there too. Oh, the bad. Oh, the fear that so many websites and books and other Moms try to put into your head.
“Yes, I knew this lady who ate lunch meat throughout her pregnancy, her baby got listeria and died in her arms upon birth!”
“Mm-hmm, it’s true. Too much canned food can up the metal in your tiny baby’s body and she will come out deformed.”
“Don’t pump your own gas- the fumes are deadly for the fetus. So, so bad.”
And then there were the warnings about fish (no tuna, ever!), cheese (you better get no feta!), and hair products (what are you doing at the salon? You’re killing your baby!). The list goes on.
And if I thought the huge amount of don’ts, watch-outs, and be-careful-ofs would end once darling Henry was born…nope. It only got worse.
One night while Henry was asleep, I found myself watching television, and I somehow ended up engrossed in a documentary about SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome). This is a very real, very scary thing, and from that moment on I became terrified that Henry would die in his sleep.
I think this might be a normal fear for most Moms. I’ve read countless blogs and comments about the habit of getting up to check on their baby’s breathing in the middle of the night, and like those other parents, it really haunted me every time I lay Henry down to sleep.
Enter the Snuza.
My friend Kristan and I were talking one evening, and she told me all about this wonderful pager-like device that clips to your baby’s diaper and sounds an alarm if your baby was to stop breathing. To be honest, it initially sounded so weird and I was a little skeptical, but after another sleepless night (for me- H. was sleeping pretty well at this point, go figure), I decided to give in and ordered the Snuza at 3am on a Tuesday morning in a woozy haze of exhaustion.
Now there is a distinct divide between “before the Snuza” and “after the Snuza.” The Snuza gave us so much comfort and made us feel so much better knowing that if anything was to happen, our baby’s awesome 1990s-looking pager would go off and let us know. And yes, there were a few false alarms in the beginning as we learned how exactly we should be clipping it to Henry’s diaper, but I wouldn’t trade a hundred false alarms for the new sense of security the little wonder-tool gave us.
Here’s how it works (via their website):
Snuza Halo detects even the slightest movement and will alert you if your baby’s movements are very weak or fall to less than 8 movements per minute. If no movement at all is detected for a period of 15 seconds, Halo will vibrate gently. Often this vibration is enough to rouse the baby, and Halo will revert to monitoring mode. After three vibration/rouse incidents, the Rouse Warning will alert you to the fact that your baby’s movements have stopped for 15 seconds on three occasions. If no further movement is detected for another 5 seconds, an alarm will sound to alert you.
Pretty awesome, right?
Snuza, we LOVE you. My husband and I now recommend you to every single parent we meet, and even though you may be pricey (a little over $100), I really and truly think you are so worth it. As the weeks went by and I began to feel more comfortable actually sleeping while Henry was sleeping, my mood improved and I started to feel happier as I began to feel more rested. And sure, Henry was still an infant and was getting up throughout the night, but the sleep I did get was better and deeper, knowing that he was safe and sound, whether he was in bed with us or in his crib. The portability of the device was great too, and we even clipped it on him during long rides to visit his grandparents.
So, thank you Snuza for giving us peace of mind, allowing us to rest a little easier, and turning me back into my sweet self (this thank you is from my husband). But most importantly, thank you for keeping our baby safe too.
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