i was on my own with my 2yo, 1yo and newborn sons one day... and at bedtime i was a bit frazzled trying to get the older 2 bathed and keep the younger one happy... i had fed him but he didnt want to settle and id counted on him going down and being ok, for me to sort out the other 2 in the bath...
i had them both in there when he decided this plan was not to his liking... so in the end, i sort of swaddled him a bit and put him in the crib in my room while i finished the boys off in the bath, pj'd and storied them and got them off to sleep.
he cried and cried while i did this, which flustered me coz i dont like them being sad or upset , but this seemed like a neccessity. eventually he stopped, pretty much as i was closing the door on the other two...
i breathed a suge sigh of relief and unclenched... thought 'finally a little peace' and started to go downstairs... but something stopped me and i went to check.
he had gotten himself tangled in the blankets and they were wrapped tightly around his head and face... when i unwrapped him, his lips were blue and his skin kind of greyish. took him what felt like forever to get his breath to cry again.
was truly and singularly the most horror-filled moment of my life and i'll never forget it.
if i had followed CV's 'let them cry' advice, hed have died.