Last night when I put my baby to bed, I closed the door, walked downstairs and made sure that the "parent" end of my audio monitor was turned on. My eight-month-old son wasn’t wearing a booty that monitored his oxygen levels or a onesie that measured his sleep patterns. He didn’t have a circular sensor clipped near his tiny chest to chart his breathing, nor did he sleep on a crib sheet that sensed his movements. His ankle wasn’t strapped with a band that interpreted his mood to warn me if he’d be calm, fussy, or angry when he woke.
Harrison had a pretty typical night’s sleep with just two wake-ups — not bad for an infant. And me? I managed to avoid anxiety over my child as he slept without spending the $1,000 required to buy all of the...
via The Verge
