According to today’s literature that society pours onto expecting parents, we’re supposed to talk to the baby as much as possible. This not only get’s it acquainted with our voice and the influxes of the language we use, it also allows for bonding.
We’re also prompted to play music for the baby, through earphones or stereo and this is supposed to allow for some of their brain development to somehow be uber efficient. They apparently feel they’ve given us the formula to a genius and that we’re bad parents/people if we even think about ignoring the instructions.
Aaron and I haven’t really read into alot of this mumbo jumbo, as we feel it is. We talk to the baby, I do more often when it’s kicking me incessantly and I have to pee for, no kidding, the 7th time in 30 minutes. Granted I’m not telling it how much I love it at that moment … but you can see where I’m coming from.
We broke down and played music for the belly last night, as an experiment. That�s right – we’re EXPERIMENTING with this pregnancy. Who would have thought, people have been doing this for thousands of years and yet we still feel the need to read book after book after book on how to do this whole parenting thing the “right” way.
I usually have music on in the house when I’m home, but these past few nights have been, how do I say it, awful. I haven’t slept a whole night in almost a week. Not only am I being introduced to the many-a-trip to the potty every night, I’m also being woken up, every 2 hours at least, by the kicking … there is so much kicking in my belly.
Not only all of that, I know – it’s horrible, but there is no comfortable sleeping position to begin with. I’m a stomach sleeper, and as soon as I found out about being pregnant I immediately began sleeping on my side and back to get ready for what was to come – this marathon I put myself on, was worthless.
I missed out on the last 3 months I could have been sleeping on my stomach for the obvious and apparently undeniable suffering of the last half of the second tri-mester to the entire third tri-mester. Oh glee.
Up to this point, we tried everything. Aaron would rub my stomach until I would fall asleep, only to wake up an hour later to the kicking and the summersaults and the back pain. Aaron tried talking the belly to sleep, calming this baby with soothing, low sounds. I tried 32 different pillow positions with 32 different pillows scattered over the bed and to no avail.
Last night we finally unpacked the ear phones, plugged them in to the portable CD player and put lullabies on the belly. I’m here to tell you, it worked. The first 5 minutes were calm, no moving, an apparently sleeping baby inside me. But then it resumed its gymnastics only to calm down again within minutes and be still for the music. OH how I love the wonderful baby Bach lullaby CD. Uber efficient baby brain waves, here we come.