Disclosure: This is a collaborative post with Yorkshire Linen although all content and opinions are my own.
This was the only lullaby that would settle J when he was a babe in arms:
“Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream,
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream.”
Rock a Bye Baby, Frere Jacques, Twinkle Twinkle none of them had the same effect as Row, row, row your bloody boat. I have no idea how many times I sang this rhyme, suffice to say that it was A LOT, and now I can’t hear it without being thrown back to those desperate hours of cradling my baby boy singing gently and willing him to stop crying and sleep.
Life of Ryrie 