Newborn Bedtime Stories

Looking for newborn bedtime stories that feel soft and gentle for your baby while also calming you at the end of a long day? This simple newborn bedtime story follows Bella, a friendly sheep whose jumps get slower and softer as the world gets ready to sleep, with no loud surprises and no tricky plots to follow when you are tired. Whether you are holding your newborn, feeding them, or rocking in a chair with the lights low, you can treat this as a cozy newborn bedtime story and also use Sleepytale to create more newborn bedtime stories that repeat your baby’s name, your bedtime routine, and the quiet words you want them to hear every night.

Bella and the Giggle Fences

Bella was a friendly sheep with soft, fluffy wool and a very bouncy tail. Bella liked to boing. Bella liked to hop. Bella liked to jump. When the sun made the grass sparkle and the clouds looked like pillows, Bella felt a little wiggle in her hooves. Boing, boing, boing, went Bella. “Hello, fences,” said Bella, wiggling her nose. “Hello, world,” said Bella, wiggling her toes.

On the farm there were farmer fences. The fences were long. The fences were brown. The fences kept the sheep safe and snug. But today Bella wanted to see what was on the other side. Not to be naughty. Just to be curious. Just to say hello. Bella was polite. Bella was kind. Bella was very, very friendly.

“Excuse me, fence,” said Bella. “I will jump very gently.” Bella counted to three in a tiny whisper. One. Two. Three. Boing. Bella jumped over the farmer fence. Not too high. Not too low. Just a soft little hop with a soft little baa. “Boop.” said Bella’s hooves when they landed in green grass. The grass tickled. The grass made Bella giggle. “Hee-hee,” said Bella. “Grass giggles.”

On the other side, the world said hello. A little blue bird sang a silly song. “Tweet-a-tee, tweet-a-too,” sang the bird. “Baa-la-la,” sang Bella back. The bird tilted its tiny head. The bird laughed its tiny laugh. “Nice song,” said Bella. “Nice baa,” said the bird. They both giggled, because a bird singing baa is very funny.

Bella looked left. Bella looked right. Bella looked at her fluffy tail and giggled again. “Tail, stay with me,” said Bella. The tail wiggled. “Good tail,” said Bella. Everyone likes praise, even a tail.

Ahead was another farmer fence. It was tall and kind. It kept the carrots safe and snug. “Hello, fence,” said Bella. “I will be careful.” Bella counted softly again. One. Two. Three. Boing. Over she went. Her wool went wiggle-wiggle. Her ears went flop-flop. Her smile went big-big.

In the carrot patch, the carrots peeked up like tiny orange noses. “Boop,” said Bella, booping a carrot leaf with her nose. “Boop,” said the carrot leaf. Bella giggled. She did not nibble, because carrots were lined up so neat. Bella loved neat lines. Bella loved tidy rows. Bella loved saying hello.

Next, Bella met a very round pumpkin. The pumpkin looked surprised all the time. “Oh.” said the pumpkin face, even though pumpkins do not talk. Bella whispered, “It’s okay, pumpkin. I am friendly.” She patted the pumpkin with a soft hoof. Pat, pat. The pumpkin did not move. Pumpkins are good at standing still. Bella nodded. “You are very good at standing still,” she said. The pumpkin was proud. Bella could tell.

Bella saw a puddle. The puddle was shiny like a mirror. Bella peeked in. Who is that. It was Bella. Bella made a silly face. The puddle Bella made the same face. Bella stuck out her tongue. The puddle Bella stuck out a tongue too. “We are twins,” said Bella. The puddle wiggled when a breeze went by. The puddle laughed without a sound. Bella laughed with a soft baa-baa-baa.

Another farmer fence waited nearby. It was wobbly and wise. “Hello again,” said Bella. “I will jump like a feather.” She counted. One. Two. Three. Boing. Up and over, easy-peasy.

On the other side, a row of sunflowers waved like tall, sunny friends. “Hello, tall friends,” said Bella. The sunflowers looked down with big, happy faces. One sunflower wore a tiny ladybug hat. The ladybug hat moved. The ladybug waved. Bella waved her hoof back, very slowly and very kindly. “Nice hat,” said Bella. The ladybug looked fancy. Bella wanted to clap, but hooves are not great at clapping, so she wiggled instead.

Bella kept going, softly, slowly, happily. She liked the sound of soft steps. Tip-tap, tip-tap, went her hooves. She liked the smell of sweet hay. She liked the color of the sky. The sky was blue like a blanket. Fluffy clouds looked like sheep cookies. Bella giggled. “Do not eat the sky,” she told herself. That was a funny thought.

She found a beetle riding a tiny leaf like a boat. The leaf floated in a tiny ditch with a tiny stream. “Hello, captain,” said Bella. The beetle saluted with a tiny leg. “Where are you going, captain.” Bella asked. The beetle pointed with another tiny leg, which looked very silly because beetles have many legs. Bella smiled. “I wish you smooth sailing,” she said. The beetle nodded and sailed on, brave and tiny and very shiny.

Another fence. Another hello. Another gentle jump. Bella was a good jumper because she was a careful jumper. She did not rush. She did not bump. She did not thump. Boing, swoosh, land. Boing, swoosh, land. It was like a song. Bella hummed, Boing swoosh land, boing swoosh land, all through the day. The song felt snuggly. The song felt silly. The song felt just right.

Bella came to a little hill with soft clover. The clover was green and cozy. She rolled a tiny roll. Just a tiny one. Roll, stop. Roll, stop. She did not get dizzy, because dizzy is not bedtime friendly. She just giggled. “Hello, clover,” she said. “You are a very tickly blanket.” The clover felt proud. Bella could tell.

She met a chicken who wore a feather like a mustache. The feather crinkled under its beak. “Cluck,” said the chicken. “Baa,” said Bella. “Nice mustache,” said Bella. The chicken fluffed up with pride and did a little strut. Left foot, right foot, puff, puff. Bella tried to strut too, but she looked like a wobbly marshmallow. They both laughed and bowed to each other, because it felt very polite.

Bella peeked over a fence and saw the farmer’s big boots by the barn. The boots were taking a nap by the door. Boots get tired. Boots walk a lot. “Sleep well,” whispered Bella to the boots. She tip-toed so the boots could dream. Tip-toe, tip-toe.

Beyond the next fence, Bella found a tiny stack of hay that looked like a bed for a mouse. “I will not sit,” said Bella, “because it is a mouse bed. Beds are special.” She tucked the corners with her nose. Tuck, tuck. Bella liked tidy. Bella liked gentle. Bella liked thinking of tiny friends sleeping cozy.

The sun was going lower. The light was golden and warm, like honey on toast. Bella licked her lips and laughed, because she was thinking of toast, and sheep do not eat toast, but it still sounded yummy. “Silly brain,” said Bella softly. The wind whispered shhh through the tall grass, like a sleepy song. Bella felt her wiggles slow down.

She took one more gentle jump over one more farmer fence. Boing. Swoosh. Land. On the other side was a path of daisies. The daisies wore white petals like little party hats with yellow buttons. “Hello, hats,” said Bella. “Hello, buttons.” She walked in the middle of the path so all the flowers could see her and feel included. “You are all lovely,” she said. Compliments make flowers shine extra bright. Bella could tell.

A tiny cloud covered the sun for a moment, like a soft blanket tuck. Bella yawned a small, squeaky yawn. “Eep,” went her yawn. It sounded like a tiny mouse yawn. That made Bella giggle and yawn again. Yawns like to share. The blue bird from before flew by and made a little yawn song, which is a very quiet song that goes, “tweet-tee, tweet-too, shhh.” Bella’s eyes felt floaty and warm.

She turned toward home. There were fences to go back over, and Bella knew just what to do. “Thank you, fences,” she said to each one. “Thank you for keeping friends safe. Thank you for letting me visit.”

One by one, very slowly, she counted and hopped. One. Two. Three. Boing. Over. One. Two. Three. Boing. Over.

Her jumps were slower, softer, sleepier. Her baa was a whisper. Baa-aa, like a breeze.

Back near the first fence, Bella saw the carrot patch again. “Good night, carrots,” she whispered. “Sleep tight, pumpkin who is very good at standing still.” The pumpkin looked proud even at bedtime. Bella booped the air instead of the carrot leaf, because bedtime is for extra gentle boops.

At the puddle, Bella peeked at puddle Bella. Puddle Bella looked back with sleepy eyes. They both did a tiny yawn. “We are very good at yawning,” Bella whispered. The puddle made soft ripples that looked like a lullaby. Wiggle, wiggle, shhh.

The sunflowers drooped like they were tucking themselves in. The ladybug hat had crawled under a petal blanket. “Good night, fancy friend,” said Bella. The ladybug did a teeny weeny snore, like a dot of sound. Bella smiled. Smiles are very good for bedtime.

At last, Bella reached the cozy field where the sheep slept. The grass was short and smooth, like a brushed blanket. The moon peeked out, round and friendly. The stars blinked like tiny sheep eyes playing peekaboo. “Hello, moon,” said Bella. “Hello, stars.”

She made a little bed by turning around just once. Turn, turn, plop. Her wool made a pillow. Her tail made a tuck.

Bella thought about her day. She had jumped over farmer fences. She had said hello to the world. She had sung with a bird, saluted a beetle, admired a chicken mustache, and counted softly with her careful hooves. She had been gentle. She had been kind. She had been very, very friendly.

She took a deep breath in. She let a slow breath out. In. Out. In. Out. Her boingy legs felt soft. Her giggly belly felt calm. Her busy eyes felt like closing.

“Thank you, fences,” she whispered one more time. “Thank you, world.”

The wind whispered back, “shhh.” The grass answered, “hush.” The moon smiled. The stars made tiny twinkles like bedtime kisses.

Bella curled up and made a tiny, tiny baa, the kind that sounds like a sigh. She imagined tomorrow’s gentle jumps, tomorrow’s kind hellos, tomorrow’s silly little moments that make a sheep giggle. But that was for tomorrow. Tonight was for rest. Tonight was for cozy. Tonight was for snooze.

Bella closed her eyes. The farm was quiet. The world was snug. The friendly sheep who loved to jump over farmer fences had had a very nice day. And in the soft, sleepy stillness, Bella drifted into warm, fluffy dreams, where every fence was a pillow and every hello was a hug, and all the giggles curled up to nap beside her, safe and sound, shhh, good night.

Why this newborn bedtime story helps

This newborn bedtime story uses simple words, gentle repetition, and soft images so your baby hears a calm pattern instead of fast or busy language. Bella’s jumps start playful and gradually slow down, the sounds of the farm get quieter, and every scene ends in safety and rest, which is exactly what you want from newborn bedtime stories that you read while rocking, feeding, or holding your baby. There is no danger, no loud surprise, and no sharp twists, just friendly fences, tiny animals, and repeated thank you lines that help your own breathing slow. If you read this newborn bedtime story in a soft voice, keeping your pace slow and steady, it becomes a predictable cue that night is gentle, you are close, and it is time to drift toward sleep.

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Create Your Own Newborn Bedtime Story ✨

Sleepytale lets you create your own newborn bedtime stories so you can repeat the same soft phrases, names, and cozy images night after night. You can add your baby’s name, the nickname you use, the room where you cuddle, the chair you rock in, and any small details that feel soothing, like favorite blankets, soft toys, or the sound of a fan. In just a few taps, Sleepytale turns that into a personalized newborn bedtime story you can read aloud on your phone or play as gentle audio while you hold your baby, and you can save several newborn bedtime stories for different moments, like late evening wind downs or early morning naps, so your baby hears the same calm, loving words as they grow.

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