I am very excited about the current WOW! blog tour for the memoir, Sonia’s Song by Sonia Korn-Grimani. So excited that I’ll be hosting something to do with her book THREE times this month!(For a complete review and a guest post from Sonia, tune back in the week of October 22nd.)
I chose to feature Sonia and her book on my blog for a couple reasons. First, I believe in promoting books that show women’s strength and can inspire women and girls to live their best life. (I sound like Oprah, right?) Also, I think although this book is marketed to adults that teens could easily read it, enjoy it, and learn from it.
Today’s post is in participation with WOW! Women On Writing’s mass-blogging event, “Everybody is Talking About . . . Finding the Music in Life.” We are celebrating the release of Sonia’s Song (a memoir about surviving the Holocaust by this internationally-known singer) by Sonia Korn-Grimani. To read Sonia’s post and follow our symphony of participating bloggers, visit The Muffin at http://muffin.wow-womenonwriting.com/. Share your comments on any participating blog for a chance to win a copy of Sonia’s Song, in print copy or e-book! You must leave a comment on my blog by Wednesday, October 17 at 8:00 pm CST to be entered to win the book.
I debated on whether or not to take this topic literally–and I decided to do a little of both. I don’t blog much anymore about my daughter or my experience having her 6.5 weeks early or spending one month in the NICU. But it was a time when music played a huge part in my life.At Children’s Hospital in St. Louis, infants in the NICU have their own rooms. This is great for the privacy of the parents, especially mothers who are pumping every three hours, attempting to nurse, or doing kangaroo care. However, it can also be extremely lonely, quiet, and overwhelming. I spent hours by myself in the NICU with my daughter in her room since my husband had gone back to work and loved ones have to go back to their lives. KB was not in any danger–she just wasn’t strong enough to come home yet.
One of the best “presents” I received from one of the NICU nurses was a radio/CD player. At first, I wasn’t sure if I should actually listen to it. If you know anything about preemies, they cannot be overstimulated. Sometimes, this means you cannot even touch them; or when you do, they just like your hand to be on them not moving. The lights were also usually dim in the room. After all, these little guys are supposed to STILL be in their mommies!
The nurse gave me a CD with some soothing music on it, and this was nice–at first. But again, I was there for hours. The music would put me right to sleep, and I actually had to make sure to pump on a regular schedule, do kangaroo care, talk softly to KB, and sometimes, do my freelance work! But I didn’t think she should listen to Top 40 or even classic rock or today’s country hits, so what to do? Then I remembered that Christmas always seemed to come earlier and earlier these days (KB was born on 10/26 and transferred to Children’s on 10/31), and I took a chance that the station that plays continuous Christmas songs 24/7 had already started that tradition. What could Christmas songs hurt? Shouldn’t KB hear about Jesus and Santa?
So, I turned the radio to the Christmas station, and the holiday spirit and joy filled KB’s NICU room in November 2010. I felt better–I felt connected to the outside world and even a bit normal. And who knows? Maybe that’s the reason she got to come home on Thanksgiving Day or maybe she was just tired of hearing continuous Christmas hits. . .
Have you found the music in life?