… he is not happy and angelic all the time. For the last few days he’s been having a fussy period in the evenings, lasting from about 6:00 to 9:00 p.m. We’ve also had a couple of nights when he won’t go back to sleep after the 3:00 a.m. feeding, and it takes maybe 45 minutes to get him calmed down again. In those 45 minutes, I have employed every single comforting method I have read about, and attempted a few of my own. He likes being bounced and jiggled, he responds well to swaddling and shushing, and he thinks the exhaust fan in the bathroom is God.
I’ve tried singing to him as well. One thing I never anticipated when preparing for fatherhood was the need to memorize song lyrics. At 3:00 a.m., you forget them. For some reason I tried “American Pie” first, which was one of my first favorite songs. The chorus is easy enough, but then you get into the whole “do you believe in rock ‘n’ roll and can music save your mortal soul” part and it’s easy to get lost.
I hit on “Hey, Jude” next, but before I knew it I was in the “na na na na na” part, and that’s not very satisfying. Finally, my addled brain settled on one song that I know cold, without having to think about. That’s how I ended up singing “The Star Spangled Banner” to Conrad over and over again. If he grows up to be president, we’ll know where it all started.