I'm a big boy! The wife had become increasingly worried that 8-month-old Rand might never sleep in his crib. His bassinent was only rated to 25 pounds or when he could sit up, and at 20 pounds and nearly sitting up, he was right on the verge of getting himself a ticket out of there. Complicating matters was that Rand had, for the longest time, suffered from reflux. The mattress was already raised to a 30 degree angle, and Zantac was tried and dismissed. Prilosec had seemed to work, but in 3 weeks he had slept through the night only once, with a few times of sleeping until 3 a.m. or so. So we decided that come hell or high water or baby crying, we were going to get him in his crib. We braced ourself for the worst. All three of our triplets sleep in the same nursery and the thought of Rand's crying waking them all at some point is not a fun thought. Still we settled on the Ferber method . Put him down awake, and...
We tried for one, and we ended up with a bushel of fun.