When I was still in the hospital recovering from the birth of the twins I had two "roommates" since I was there a little longer than most. My first roomie was great -- quiet, we small talked but didn't feel obligated to carry on conversations, it was good.
But she went home and a new woman moved in and well, she was annoying.
Actually, it was her husband who was annoying. He was a serial shhh-er.
Like shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhing so loud when their baby cried.
No, louder than you just imagined.
I told my hubs that we are not shhhing our children. And it was hard because it's kind of like a natural instinct to shhh...softly that is.
So instead of shhhing we sang the New York Lottery song that had a lot of shhh sounds. You know the one that goes, "You're so sweet, so sweet, you're so Sammy Sosa."
OK, those aren't the words -- exactly -- but I would sing it with the Sammy Sosa part because I couldn't make out the real words and well, it works with the sssss sound needed for a non-shhh shhh if you sing it with a lisp.
It makes me feel better than to shhh my kids, which feels rude and mean. I don't like to be shhhhed. Why would I shhhhush my babies?!
But! It turns out that shhhhing is recommended because it mimics the sound in the womb, which can be a white noise shhhhing sound like a vacuum cleaner.
Go figure.
I'm still sticking to Shhhhammy Shhhhosa.
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