Cellist

Tom and I often play music for Maggie. Up-tempo when we’re playing so she can “dance,” relaxing when it’s time to go to sleep, and everything else in between. When we want her to sleep, the piece of choice is usually Bach’s Cello in G Major prelude. We both play it for her while we’re bouncing her to sleep (people have asked me if she falls asleep on her own yet, and I want to ask who has these miraculous self-soothing three month olds who just pop off to sleep whenever someone lays a blanket over them, because mine is great but her track record definitely isn’t that good, and I have made my peace with the fact that I am not wired for the “cry it out” method) and she generally falls asleep to the sounds of the cello.

On the way back from Honolulu today, Maggie deeply resented being put into her car seat. I suspect that when she’s big enough to forward-face and see us, the squawks of righteous indignation will stop entirely, but she’s a hell of a lot better than she used to be. The screaming got kind of intense, and Tom had his iPod in the car, so I queued up Bach and put it on the stereo.

Two minutes in, quiet snuffling. Less than five minutes later, contented soft snoring from the back seat. She slept all the way home and was happy and bubbly when she woke up.

What do you know? Pavlov was right.

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