The good Dr. Isis has posted her concern that recent developmental advances exhibited by Little Isis will permanently ruin Dr. Isis' sleep.
Little Isis is no longer contained by the four walls of his crib and Dr. Isis awoke to find his eyes but millimeters from hers... I now have images of Little Isis waking in the middle of the night and deciding to cook himself something, or have a beer, or put the dog in the toilet...This is horrible. Dr. Isis does not sleep well as it is. Now she may never sleep again.
Behavioral science has a solution.
When we decided to have another child, my wife and I felt that it was time to apply a little labor-saving invention and design to the problems of the nursery. We began by going over the disheartening schedule of the young mother, step by step. We asked only one question: Is this practice important for the physical and psychological health of the baby? When it was not, we marked it for elimination. Then the "gadgeteering" began.
The result was an inexpensive apparatus in which our baby daughter has now been living for eleven months. Her remarkable good health and happiness and my wife's welcome leisure have exceeded our most optimistic predictions, and we are convinced that a new deal for both mother and baby is at hand.
Our solution is a closed compartment about as spacious as a standard crib (Figure 1). The walls are well insulated, and one side, which can be raised like a window, is a large pane of safety glass. The heating is electrical, and special precautions have been taken to insure accurate control.
Univ Akron: Archives of the History of American PsychologyOf course, a rather disturbing conception of the Air Crib arose with people confusing it with the type of operant chamber (aka, Skinner box) employed by Skinner in his laboratory work with rats and pigeons. Naturally, all sorts of bad outcomes to the Air Crib - raised daughter were assumed....none true. Additional description here and Deborah Skinner Buzan asserts "I was not a lab rat".
The early rumours were simple, unembellished: I had gone crazy, sued my father, committed suicide. My father would come home from lecture tours to report that three people had asked him how his poor daughter was getting on. I remember family friends returning from Europe to relate that somebody they had met there had told them I had died the year before.
Slater's sensationalist book rehashes some of the old stuff, but offers some rumours that are entirely new to me. For my first two years, she reports, my father kept me in a cramped square cage that was equipped with bells and food trays, and arranged for experiments that delivered rewards and punishments. Then there's the story that after my father "let me out", I became psychotic. Well, I didn't. That I sued him in a court of law is also untrue. And, contrary to hearsay, I didn't shoot myself in a bowling alley in Billings, Montana. I have never even been to Billings, Montana.
This is a lab rat
Getting around to the vaguely useful part of today's post, it turns out that modern day Air Crib designs may be of great use to physically handicapped parents. They have to build their own, of course, because the Air Crib company never really took off. A pity that.
I mean even if you are pretty down with attachment parenting, if precise regulation of temperature and humidity would help some infants to sleep better--wouldn't that be a win? I mean, you know about these Ferberizing people right? An Air Crib has to be better than that....