Sing Song

There is something about being a Mum that makes you sing. I don't know how it happens or why but all the other mothers I have spoken to do the same thing. We all entertain our babies with silly songs made up on the spot.

I sing about nappies. I sing about the changing mat. Every one of his stuffed toys has its own theme tune.

It's a good habit as it helps him to engage with the world and it's entertaining for him too.

The only problem is that I can't switch it off.

As I go about my day songs come unbidden to my mind trying to get out. For example

'Bunji-jumping feta,
Jumped out of my fridge,
Forgot to use a bunji cord,
And now it's on the floor.'


It doesn't scan or rhyme but the tune was pretty catchy.

I worry that my brain is forever changed and that I'll be walking round the streets serenading the trees long after my son has left home.

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Baby dream feeds

Whenever anyone asks me how often the baby gets up in the night (and they always ask that, it's the automatic new mummy question) I always say every two to three hours. This isn't strictly true. I get up every two to three hours. The baby basically sleeps through.

The baby is a dream feeder. He doesn't cry but fidgets and stamps his feet on the mattress until I pick him up. I pick him up, feed him and put him back down, often without him flickering an eyelid.

I wonder what this must be like for him. He is comfortable in his bed, he feels a bit peckish in his sleep. He wriggles a bit and then he is magically flying through the air. Suddenly a nipple is in his mouth and he quickly has a full stomach. He then magically flys through the air back to his comfy bed and a deeper slumber.

It's a good life.



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