The minute my fingers leave my younger daughter’s back she screams. I used to stand in her dark room, some nights for an hour, rubbing her back, the crib rail lodged in my armpit, cutting off all circulation to my fingers.
From the makers of those Pseudo-Humans you can put in your passenger seat in order to use the carpool lane, it’s…Mamaquin, the Mom Mannequin! ™
Just drape Mamaquin over the side of your wee one’s crib and voila! Your child sleeps in the dimly lit room with the comfort of your doppelganger and you can sleep lying down for once. Everybody wins!