We didn't have a crib for Isaiah so we made due with a big suitcase, two sets of sheets folded up, a changing pad and a receiving blanket. He seemed pretty comfortable. He was a bit like his mommy as he would scrunch up to the corner of his bed. Mommy was constantly checking on him to make sure he could still breathe. He slept fine. Mommy did not.
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