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...answer has more to do with physics than pathology. As anyone who has ever held one knows, babies are weak. But what you may not realize is just how weak their lungs, in particular, are. If by lying on his stomach, a baby's face becomes mashed against the mattress cover, he can have his breathing passage blocked or can breathe from a small pocket of air until it is depleted of oxygen. Babies' lungs just aren't strong enough to suck in air through the sheets, quilts or mattress covering. Sleeping on his back, of course, leaves his nose...
...even if you already place your baby on his back to sleep, there is still more you can do to lower his risk of SIDS. Make sure the mattress is firm, so if your child rolls onto his stomach, his face won't settle into the bed. Remove all fluffy pillows and stuffed animals from the crib. And never let your baby fall asleep on a sheepskin--even on his back. A number of infants have died when the sheepskin or other soft bedding wound up covering their faces. Apparently, the material can cause just enough of a pocket...
Once Upon A Mattress...
Searching for the ultimate bed? Serta's Perfect Night Vitalize comes with computer-controlled air cells that automatically adjust firmness no matter what position you're in. It monitors your heartbeat and respiration as well as how often you turn over. Originally designed for hospitals, the $5,000 mattress is being test-marketed in Indianapolis, Ind., and Cleveland, Ohio, and will be available in New York City and Miami by August...
...dozes, she keeps one eye open for the main action. My maneuver for laying her in the crib is very involved, something I learned from a National Geographic special on the praying mantis: I do it in slow motion. When her tiny, beautiful head touches the mattress, her eyes fly open and tears well up in them. She cries, she keens, she wails and howls. She has no middle range; she is louder than anyone else whom I know personally. She cannot be ignored. And so I sling the spit rag over my shoulder and resume walking the floor...