When
Emmeline was about five months old, I performed the usual bedtime
routine -- bath, massage, bottle, book -- then hoisted in her in her
crib, turned off the light and let her fend for herself. Dana had to
work through the night and into the early morning, and so I was the
only one around the hear Emme cry. Maybe it was cruel. Maybe it was
mean. It certainly broke my heart every time she woke up and I sat on
my hands. But she sleeps like a drunken rock star now, so I'm not
complaining.
I'm not advocating the cry-it-out method, despite
the aptly chosen moniker above this post. It worked for us -- but it
may not work for you. Still, I was reading
a column by family psychologist
John Rosemond, and I started to see he had a point: Taking the easy way out will only haunt you later.
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