It’s probably because I don’t have a speck of musical talent in me, but I have to confess that I find the unquantifiable nature of music a little disturbing at times. For example, if there are seven notes (and five half steps) in a scale, there should be a limited number of songs or musical pieces that can be written. But my husband the musician tells me that I’m wrong and that there are an infinite number of possible pieces because of dimensions like rhythm, harmony, and dynamics. Since he has a graduate degree in music, I guess I’ll have to take his word for it. As someone who loves numbers, I still at times find the undefinable nature of music completely dissatisfactory – especially when he tells me things like E♯ is technically not the same note as F, and F♭ is technically not the same note as E. Never mind that they’re the same respective keys when you look at a piano keyboard. Sometimes I think my husband makes shit like this up just to make his profession seem more esoteric.
Despite my bitching, I freely admit that the power of music is somehow transcendent. I was bored and channel surfing one evening when I came across Nyle DiMarco competing on Dancing With The Stars. He’s deaf but still won DWTS season 22. The night I saw him he was dancing to Sounds of Silence, combining song and dance in an unforgettably artistic way.
(Nyle used Disturb’s recording, which I actually prefer over Simon & Garfunkel’s original version – much to my husband’s dismay. Something about respecting the artistic integrity of the original, blah, blah, blah…) Anyhow, it really got me pondering over the miracle of sounds and music, and it’s effect on us all. Even our surrogate’s son, at only the tender of age of two, has his own favorite songs that he apparently loves to dance to in his car seat.
That’s probably why our surrogate’s husband came up with the *genius* idea that my husband and I send them recordings to play to our twins. He said that he wanted our kids to hear our voices and grow accustomed to us, at least subconsciously. (How sweet and thoughtful a guy is he, by the way?) Apparently babies can hear starting at 18 weeks of development, albeit through amniotic water. So that’s our project for the next few weeks: recording things that our super considerate surrogate offered to play to our kids. My husband will be singing (he has a gorgeous voice), while I will stick to reading because – as I mentioned up front – I don’t have a speck of musical talent.
Incidentally, we shopped around and there are actually pregnancy sound systems – if you can believe that! Apparently there are two basic kinds, one that attaches speakers to the abdomen with adhesives and another that uses an elastic belt type contraption. Our surrogate opted for the adhesive kind. If anyone’s interested, leave me a note below and I’ll update with our experiences/feedback.
I’m so excited to talk to our babies! And it’s nice to think that they’ll have a chance to hear our voices even before they come home with us. Our surrogate said that the babies should probably hear more than her telling her husband to take out the trash anyway. They’re both completely hilarious!