We had a composer friend in Berkeley named Sivan. She urged us—on several occasions as I recall—that if we ever had kids, to record the sounds they made when they were babies. That way, if the kids grew up and decided to become composers, they would have some biographical material to work with. Well, Sivan, here’s the sound of Juniper’s in utero heartbeat (with big brother Otis muttering about some blue thing in the background).
Here’s Beth the monitor:
Here’s the view from the labor and delivery unit:
Here’s the view out of our window (with a construction site that provided near-endless entertainment for Otis):
And here’s the name of the hall where Juniper was born:
