For this the mothers with the arms like ropes and whipped-cream skin called Ate “the Baby Whisperer.” They did not know that Ate stood all night over the crib in the darkened nursery holding a pacifier to the baby’s lips. When the baby fussed, Ate lifted him to her drooping chest and rocked him until he was drowsy but not yet asleep. Then she would put him down again. Night after night, this way, until the baby was accustomed to eating only during the day and falling asleep by itself at night. After this, sleep training was easy.
