My Six-Week-Old Recognized the Song I Sang to Him In Utero

My Six-Week-Old Recognized the Song I Sang to Him In Utero
Amber Taufen

The transportive power of music never ceases to amaze me. Whenever I hear the Verve's "Bitter Sweet Symphony," it's suddenly 1997 inside my head; I'm back in high school, daydreaming while sitting on my bedroom floor, and my little blue boombox's dial is tuned to my favorite radio station, which plays the song at least once a day. When Pink Floyd's "Wish You Were Here" plays -- and I allow myself to really listen to it -- I'm back in 2006, and my dad has just had a fatal heart attack; to cope, I listen to sad songs that help me purge the waves of unmanageable emotions I'm feeling through catharsis, and Roger Waters helps me cry myself to sleep more than once.

Just a few weeks ago, the neurons in my brain connected a brand-new memory to yet another song -- and it's one of my happiest memories to date, so I know I'll enjoy hearing Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds" every time it enters my aural sphere. Here's why.

In March of 2013, I found out I was pregnant with my first child. And around month four of my pregnancy, I started singing to my baby in the shower every morning. (I'll never be a serious contestant on American Idol, but I enjoy singing and do it a lot around my house.) I mostly sang softer, soothing songs -- although every once in a while, I'd pick up the tempo and energy a little bit. Thievery Corporation's "Sweet Tides" and Pink Floyd's "Breathe" were two favorites of mine.

But there was one song I sang him much more frequently than any other song -- "Three Little Birds." I love the melody, and the lyrics are so comforting to me. It makes me feel safe every time I hear it. I sang "Three Little Birds" on probably four out of every five mornings in the shower, sometimes sticking to the song as Marley wrote it and sometimes making up my own lyrics about how eager I was to meet the new person growing in my belly.

I'd heard, of course, that some babies will recognize the songs they hear in utero after birth, but I wasn't certain how much I believed it. How on earth can you tell if an infant recognizes a song? It's not like they blurt out, "Oh, hey, I know that one! Play it again!"

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