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I was 16 when my brother was born and very often I was the only person who could get him to sleep. I would walk up and down with him snuggled into my shoulder and find myself repeating the chant my father had soothed us with when we were young. He was Scottish and he used to murmur. ‘Shoo-shuggy, shoo-shuggy. shoo-shuggy … ’ When Peggy brought Sky home from the hospital, my putting-babies-to-sleep skills were again in demand. I was actually feeling quite stressed at the time because I had an important first night approaching. As I rocked this new baby in my arms and repeated my father’s mantra of ‘Shoo-shuggy’, I felt myself relax. When my grandson’s eyelashes began to droop and his breathing steadied into a quiet rhythm. I found myself as calm as he was. It is very satisfying to help a baby go to sleep.