Saying that I got a bit restless while pregnant and forced into bed-rest is like saying that pushing a baby out of your hoo-hah is uncomfortable.
Bedrest sucked. It was hard. I turned into a bit of a Psycho. Weeks of not being able to get out of bed for more than a few minutes at a time will do that to a person. Trust me. There was a side of me who wanted to break free of pregnancy bed rest constrictions and run around the block naked with a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and a pack of Marlboro Reds in the other.
But, because I am not actually a psycho, I spent a lot of my bed rest time planning elaborate music mixes for Tucker.
I even broke out my old summer-camp songbook (a book that I was supposed to return but pretended to lose because I really wanted to take it home…sorry, Sanborn) to find more songs that I loved as a kid.
For daytime activities, our playlist consisted of tons of happy kid songs like Itsy Bitsy Spider, Wheels On the Bus and Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody.
Our nighttime mix included all the lullaby compilations I could find spiced up with some good old classics like What a Wonderful World – Louis Armstrong and Puff the Magic Dragon. We listened each night while pretending that Tucker was going to fall asleep.
One night, in a fit of tears, I had to remove Puff from his playlist. That song is fucking sad, people! So I started singing it to him myself and changing the words to a happier version. A much happier version. Even the not-so-sad line of “A dragon lives forever but not so little boys” became “A dragon lives forever and boys grow into men.” Because. Hello, implications.
I began making up words to all of the songs and singing them myself (by the way, in case you are wondering, I am not exaggerating when I say I am the world’s worst singer. The one and only time I tried karaoke, the DJ came up on stage with me to help. I was that bad.).
Anyway, I began singing my versions to Tucker. I do to this day. And guess what? Just a few nights ago, Tucker surprised me by sort-of singing along to his nighttime songs. At the end of each line, he’d (in his way) join me in the last word. Not only has he been paying attention but he’s remembering multiple words from His Personal Nighttime Song! I feel like it’s a breakthrough. And also a call to maybe get a little bit more original than changing the lyrics in It’s a Wonderful World to “…and he’s the most wonderful boy! And I’m the luckiest mom…”
On second thought, if those are the words that sick with him as he flutters into dreamland, I’m cool with not being the most original songwriter. If Tucker’s dreams begin with the words that he is the most wonderful boy and that I’m lucky to be his mom, that’s a win.
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