Jess, we did it with Sara when she was about Dylan's age. Ben the same, I think. (Jake was a little earlier, and strangely easy.)

In my experience, it's tough but it works. We did this:

Put baby down (with attendant cuddles and kisses, etc.), leave.

Crying begins. Wait a minute, go in and pat back, soothe, but DO NOT pick up. Leave.

When crying begins again, wait five minutes this time before going in.

Again, DO NOT PICK BABY UP. Soothe all you want, but not for too long, and leave the kid in the crib, for the love of all that's holy.

Every time, wait another five minutes, until you're not going in until he's been crying for twenty minutes, for instance.

Yes, this is pretty torturous. (Ben was APPALLED when we did this with Sara, and went to bed in tears himself the first few nights.) But in all honesty, my kids tired themselves out pretty quickly -- we're not talking three-hour crying jags, here.

And in both cases, the deed was done, more or less, within a week.

We tried sleep training with Casper. Either I couldn't do it, or it didn't work, or both. She was perfectly capable of crying for 45 minutes without a visit; I couldn't handle that.

YKMV, and I hope does.

Is it even possible to swaddle a 10-month old?

my memory of this is flaky. I've asked DH. I think we swaddled her some in New Zealand, because of the time changes. and the 5 teeth she was cutting.

I know people who have succeeded at sleep training too. Iris is stubborn enough to cry for 5 hours straight. She hunger-struck at her preschool when they wouldn't let her drink juice, only water. Not Joking.

they wouldn't let her drink juice, only water.

Why did they ban juice? That seems mean.

The fight against childhood obesity begins with the evil juice box. Feh.

Again, DO NOT PICK BABY UP. Soothe all you want, but not for too long, and leave the kid in the crib, for the love of all that's holy.

That's pretty much our plan, with a couple variations. First, if he's standing up in his crib when we go in (which is likely), we're allowed to pick him up just to lay him back down. (Otherwise, nothing but "sh sh sh" and pats on the back.) And second, we're using a *very* gentle slope for the time intervals (3,3,5,5,8,8,10,10,12,12,15) in order to minimize the risk of D screaming until he throws up.

DH and I have also apologized to each other in advance for the extreme bitchiness that is likely to result from the next three sleepless nightss.

The fight against childhood obesity begins with the evil juice box. Feh.

Man, I could rant on that stupidity for DAYS. Growing kids need calories, damn it.

The fight against childhood obesity begins with the evil juice box. Feh.

this. I had to get a doctors' note to let her bring in diluted prune juice because, thanks to the ban & her stubbornness, her system was going nuts.

My child and her attachment to what she Knows Is Right. Let me show you it.

ETA: edited to pass Jessica & DH a well earned, newly discovered babysitter and a night out when all is done.

I cower and make obeisance in the direction of folks with the intestinal fortitude to raise kids right.

I am not of that number.

My child and her attachment to what she Knows Is Right. Let me show you it.

her body may actually be knowing What Is Right and not accepting that no juice fucking bullshit.