When a certain baby we know was nine weeks old, the hours between 5-7pm were filled with crying. Endless, heartbreaking, confounding wails, which we couldn’t calm, no matter how much we rocked, cooed or cried ourselves. A slightly bored advice nurse at his pediatrician’s office suggested the clothes dryer. Not that we throw him in on Low for 20 minutes, but that we place his bouncy seat, with him strapped in it, next to the warm, vibrating, white-noise producing box. We did (we would have done almost anything at that point), and — boom — he was out.
Just be sure to move the baby (or reset the dryer) before that God-awful buzzer moves you back to Square One.