Monday, May 9, 2011

Mozart for Scooters

On Saturday night I finished up my sermon (sermons written on Saturday night=maximum freshness) and asked Sean if he might be plotting something for Mother's Day.  He was. "Would you like to have Mother's Day now?"  Why yes, I would!

Hank the Dog and I made room for Sean on the couch (Hank sleeping on my feet is a very important component of sermon writing.)  Sean brought over a plastic bag promisingly full of gifts (unwrapped gifts=maximum freshness.)  I started with the card: the cover features an illustration of a very pregnant lady in profile and the words "Kick! Kick! Kick!" emanating from her belly.  The message inside: "Translation: Happy Mommy's Day from You-Know-Who!"

Voldemort?  Nooooooooo!  Run, Harry Potter!

Obviously, I loved this card even before I read Sean's message.  As you will see, I was about to love it even more.

Sean writes:
I was so excited when little Scooter asked me to share a few thoughts in this card.  What a wonderful mother you are and you will be! When I see you, so content, so happy, with your hands resting on your belly (not so big as the front of this card yet) I get such a thrill! Soon we will hold our little Scooter, but you are holding our little Scooter every day--what a wonderful, uncomfortable miracle.  All of my love x2.  Mwah!

You are maybe starting to notice a theme in these blog posts.  The theme is crying.  My happy crying woke up Hank, who was concerned.  After sniffing at my face a bit he sat down next to me very calmly and put his head on my belly.  From the way he lingered with his big ear there and the thoughtful look on his face, we wondered if he could hear the baby.  

We've read in our baby books that, at this stage, Little Scooter can probably hear us.  I am hoping Little Scooter likes my sermons.  Sean has started directly addressing the belly: "Hey Baby!" he says.  "I'm your daddy!"  There's a theory (not scientific) that playing music for the baby helps with brain development--Mozart, in particular, is a popular choice among fetal geniuses.  As I went back into the plastic bag of presents, I pulled out a three CD set of the Best of Mozart along with a pair of big, padded, new/old school head phones. Perfect.

After church on Sunday we set me up with the Mozart and the headphones.  At first, I couldn't discern any fetal activity.  Then I shifted the headphones down and to the side and some very noticeable scooting commenced. At this stage, the baby's movements feel like weird little internal tickles. In this case, the tickles seemed to say: "I'd much rather be listening to Jethro Tull, Mom."

I was spectacularly sick last night--clean up required a mop.  After getting me cleanly and safely to bed, getting Hank into his crate and getting a bucket for me and another bucket for the mop, Sean commented, wryly, "One thing we know for sure: the baby does not care for Mozart."  As sick as I was, I was more happy and content in that moment than words can tell.  I put my hands on my little baby belly and said about a thousand thanksgivings.  What a wonderful, uncomfortable miracle!


3 comments:

Mama Sue said...

Last night Paul asked, "Did you see Annie and Sean's new "she's having my baby" picture? I had seen it, thought it was great, but with Papa Paul's insight I loved it. The inside joke, here, dear readers, is knowing that "she's having my baby" was one of the standard poses I asked all couples heading to a formal dance to assume.

Mwahs!

Pastor Annie said...

Mom: That is EXACTLY what I was thinking of! It was actually Mike K. who coined the term, I believe at the pre-dance photo shoot for Girl's Choice freshman year. Instant beloved tradition. It was always funny to watch the reactions of new people when we'd announce, "Time for the 'having my baby' picture!"
Note for sensitive readers: the 'having my baby' pose in high school was very chaste indeed with hands much higher on the waist.

Amie T. said...

Babies can actually feel these touches in-utero: tap, pat, rub, and squeeze. If you do them when Scooter is listening to Mozart, s/he will recognize them when you play Mozart out of utero as well!

Cranky baby + rubbing + Mozart = potentially very good thing

Here is the link to the class I took with Noah and Brandon:
http://www.sl.edu/lovenotes/classes.html