“Honey, do you think Dr. Ferber is still alive?” I ask my husband as I look at my 7-month-old son sleeping peacefully in his crib. “Not sure, why? Do you want to send him a thank-you card?” he joked, sensing where I was going with this. I looked him dead in the eye and said: “I’m ready to sign over the deed to the house and include him in my will. Whatever that man wants, he gets.” I’m kidding … kind of.