Another True Grit story, from a desperate and sleep-deprived mommy...
My youngest child was the worst sleeper of my children. The first three had all begun sleeping through the night by seven/eight months, and I expected something the same from my third. So when, at 11 months, he was still waking me repeatedly in the night, I was at my wits' end.
I tried one thing and another. While quite willing to use a modified CIO, the childrens' rooms were too close together, and the one night I tried it, it disturbed my other children. What to do?
I moved him to a room further down the hall, put him in a sturdy playpen, the type with a soft bottom and mesh sides that sits flat on the floor. He scaled it! Appeared at my door, smiling in triumph sometime after midnight. HOW?? Argh. I really, really, really needed a full night's sleep. I had three older children, only one of whom still napped. I was practically non-functional.
The furthest bedroom was still too close. He could climb out of the playpen. I considered my options feverishly. (I was doing most things feverishly, at that point in my life...)
A-ha! The basement was further away than the bedroom! The playpen wasn't safe upright, but what if....?
My solution? Make baby a comfy mat on the floor.
Take the soft-sided, soft-bottomed playpen, and INVERT it over the baby.
Sleep on the livingroom couch, so I would be at hand should anything go wrong.
Nothing did. Less than a week later, he was sleeping through the night. But, sshhh! You are the only people who will ever know...