Cloth bumming a kid is dangerous — I’ve just bought a completely unnecessary Flip nappy wrap in Albert (i.e. it’s covered with a print of Einstein’s writing, and it’s unnecessary because I have enough wraps) and a night nappy kit that’s on offer, in the next size up. Who knew nappies would become such an obsession?
… that the mere burping of a baby after her midnight feed would lead to a scream-filled sleepless night. Sorry, neighbours.
Further to my earlier post about trying out 90s rap music to calm Anne down, I can now report what works and what doesn’t. Bet you’re all excited and have been waiting with bated breath.
- Hypnotize by Notorious BIG definitely works;
- California Love by Tupac Shakur also definitely shuts her up;
- Love Unlimited by the Fun Lovin’ Criminals calms her down pretty consistently, too;
- What doesn’t work is any of the modern ‘grime’ / urban stuff — we tried Labrinth and Tinie Tempah and the techno beats just made her worse;
- White noise seems to help her settle if she’s half-asleep and it’s the middle of the night.
Neil does not bop along to the beat when he tries to get her to calm down and sleep. I think he’s missing the point of the exercise…
Update: No Diggity by Blackstreet works (as per Jeff’s request to test it), but the most effective for the young miss (by a country mile) is California Love.
Update (14 August 2012): I was listening to BBC 6 Music and Anne fell asleep to Public Enemy’s Don’t Believe the Hype. Not sure if it’s a coincidence.
Anne is four weeks old today. My mum took this shot on the weekend, when we ventured out for a quick walk.
These past four weeks, by far, have been the longest four weeks of my life. Mainly because I’ve been awake for so much of it!
(Yes, Kristen, we took her out in the Wondersuit!)
We got Anne into a ring sling and even took a short walk yesterday (to the post box and back). In my currently very limited world, this minor achievement is tantamount to my personally resolving the South China Sea dispute between China and the Philippines to the satisfaction of all parties.
I am somewhat sleep-deprived.
… I’d find myself standing over a sink, expressing milk to slow let down.
… I’d be proud of someone else’s poop.