When B, my youngest, was around 18 months old, she began an unfortunate sleeping habit that we did everything we could think of to correct. At 4:30 a.m. she was up and wanted out of her crib, and there was no denying her. She had a feisty set of lungs and knew exactly how to use them. We tried letting her cry it out, we tried bringing her into our bed, we begged and pleaded with her, and we chastised her gently, but we could not figure out a way to get her to go back to sleep without taking her downstairs. Read more >
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