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Songs of Soothing
The Rosie kiddo is now sans tonsils and adenoids and plus tubes in ears. Her surgery was shortly before 9 this morning and we headed home from the hospital by 4.
Her cuddle of choice was my old stuffed Stitch, because, as she put it, "He keeps away the bad dreams even without the dream catcher." She knew she would go to sleep for the surgery. When she woke up enough to realize she was in pain, Stitch was there but she still panicked a little and they rushed to bring me in. I comforted her and held her hand while the nurse gave her some painkiller, then I stroked her forehead and sang and hummed until she fell back asleep.
I was slightly surprised what my brain decided to use to sing her down just then, and I thought I would record that and the other songs I sang to her as the day went on and from time to time she got tired and went back to sleep.
First I started with the old round, "Hey, ho, nobody home." I was surprised with myself until I got to the line, "Yet I will be happy, very happy," and thought maybe it wasn't such a strange choice after all.
After that it was "Everthing's All Right" from the soundtrack to Jesus Christ Superstar. No mystery there. (In case you're not familiar with it, it starts out with, "Try not to get worried, try not to hold onto problems that upset you. (Oh) Don't you know everything's all right yes, everything's fine." )
That was followed by "Summertime" from Porgy and Bess, which I've been using to sing her to sleep since she was a baby. ("...so hush little baby, don't you cry." ... "there's a-nothin' can harm you. With mama and daddy standing by. ")
Later, when we were back at home, I surprised myself again by singing the Beatles' "Here Comes The Sun". ("And I say... It's all right.") Again, maybe not so strange.
And just a little while ago, after she woke crying and I have her the dose of ibuprofen she was due? "Swing low, sweet chariot."
All good songs. And the other parts of the day went fairly well too, all things considered. Now it's time for me to put myself to sleep.
Sing me a song, won'tcha?
Her cuddle of choice was my old stuffed Stitch, because, as she put it, "He keeps away the bad dreams even without the dream catcher." She knew she would go to sleep for the surgery. When she woke up enough to realize she was in pain, Stitch was there but she still panicked a little and they rushed to bring me in. I comforted her and held her hand while the nurse gave her some painkiller, then I stroked her forehead and sang and hummed until she fell back asleep.
I was slightly surprised what my brain decided to use to sing her down just then, and I thought I would record that and the other songs I sang to her as the day went on and from time to time she got tired and went back to sleep.
First I started with the old round, "Hey, ho, nobody home." I was surprised with myself until I got to the line, "Yet I will be happy, very happy," and thought maybe it wasn't such a strange choice after all.
After that it was "Everthing's All Right" from the soundtrack to Jesus Christ Superstar. No mystery there. (In case you're not familiar with it, it starts out with, "Try not to get worried, try not to hold onto problems that upset you. (Oh) Don't you know everything's all right yes, everything's fine." )
That was followed by "Summertime" from Porgy and Bess, which I've been using to sing her to sleep since she was a baby. ("...so hush little baby, don't you cry." ... "there's a-nothin' can harm you. With mama and daddy standing by. ")
Later, when we were back at home, I surprised myself again by singing the Beatles' "Here Comes The Sun". ("And I say... It's all right.") Again, maybe not so strange.
And just a little while ago, after she woke crying and I have her the dose of ibuprofen she was due? "Swing low, sweet chariot."
All good songs. And the other parts of the day went fairly well too, all things considered. Now it's time for me to put myself to sleep.
Sing me a song, won'tcha?