Lia has never really been a particularly good sleeper. I can’t remember a full night’s sleep since she was born and at 7 ½ months old, this is starting to drive us mad.
As you can imagine, five hours of broken sleep a night for months on end becomes a little tedious. So I was willing to try anything to get her sleeping through.
A few people recommended white noise generators to me. These are supposed to sooth the baby when she wakes up so that she drifts back off to sleep naturally without help from mum.
I was reluctant to spend a fortune on a white noise generator without knowing if it would work, so I used a white noise website. In fact, I found one that generated rain noise so decided to leave her with that for the night.
And I am delighted to say that although she woke once in the night, she managed to get herself back to sleep and didn’t need me until 5.40 this morning. Amazing, and long may it continue.
This got me thinking about the other things that sound is useful for when it comes to children. For us, travelling in the car is a big one.
This Christmas, we bought Julia Donaldson audio books for the girls to listen to in the car. On a car journey this morning, they had the desired effect on both children, as you can see.
For something that is more music based than story based, I like the new CD by Lydia Kakabadse, a British classical composer. This CD, the Phantom Listeners, has also become a resident in our car for long journeys.
If you are a little more creative than me when it comes to listening to music with young children, you will love this blog post from my good friend at the Maz Shack. She used music to inspire her boys to create art and it’s truly fabulous.
As for us, both girls fell asleep listening to music and stories in the car on the way home from Bristol today and I’m hoping the rain noise will do its job again tonight. After all, we’ve had a particularly exciting day making new friends.
Please note, the Phantom Listeners was sent to us free of charge. All views, opinions, sleepy children and donkey selfies are my own. Well, it’s not my selfie, it’s the donkey’s. And it’s not my donkey. But if it was, I’d call it Boris.