Last night we decided to embark on a brave new adventure. We packed Kayla into the Baby Bjorn, loaded up the diaper bag and headed out to the Red Bulls game at the new football stadium. I just said "football". I mean "soccer". Look at those old Euro-schooling roots coming out! Anyhow...
So yes, we took our 7 week old to a pro-soccer game. This seemed like a potentially terrible idea. They were forecasting evening thunderstorms, the game would definitely last through at least one feeding session, there was not likely to be a good place to feed or even to change her, it was a million degrees out...all ingredients which might have added up to a recipe for disaster. That said, we braved the game anyway because, let's be honest, a family can only take so much time stuck inside the apartment. Thankfully, we have a seriously tolerant child. That is not to say that she loved the experience, as a matter of fact, I think she may be mildly traumatized since she has spent literally almost all day today sleeping, but she did make it through with more than 70 minutes of soccer with flying colors. In fact, at first I thought she was enjoying it. A nice breeze sprung up early on, so it actually felt pretty nice out and every time the wind would tickle her toes, she would open her eyes wide and not smile, but look pleased. She even seemed to enjoy the cheering and the music from the fan clubs off on the other side of the field (we sat up high in a quieter section thinking it might help). It wasn't until the Red Bulls scored their first (and only) goal that she suddenly looked more panicked than pleased. As they drove in to score, the noise in the stadium jumped about three decibels and her little eyes turned into huge blue saucers. I jumped to cover her ears with my hands while her little mouth started to quiver and she looked at me like "My God! Is this the end??? What is happening?? I'm only 7 weeks old, I'm too young to die!!!" Needless to say, even though she calmed back down once the noise subsided, she was decidedly more jumpy after that and 'round about half time, she started to cry and had to be put back in the Bjorn for a walk around the quieter enclaves of the stadium with Daddy. The kid is a trooper though. She stuck it out through halftime, fell asleep and stayed fairly content until minute 75 when we decided to leave early and beat the crowds. She was definitely wired last night - didn't truly fall asleep until about 1am, but she made up for that by sleeping from 1 til 4, then 430 til 7, and then, most impressively, from 730 until about noon. She then proceeded to take today as a recovery day, sleeping away most of the day. She barely even lifted an eyebrow when we took her down for a walk through a local fair and then out to a restaurant for an hour long lunch. Bless her little heart, I think she is still recovering from the barrage of sights, smells, and sounds of last night. And now, at 915pm, she is trying to settle down for a nighttime doze to the lulling sounds of "womb/mom's heartbeat" as played by her little Sleep Giraffe.
Dear Kayla, Mommy and Daddy are so sorry that they temporarily traumatized you yesterday. You will think this is a good story when you are older. Please do not seek revenge by staying up all night tonight.
Love and Thanks in Advance,
The Parentals
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