Pic 1/2 "Sitting up sleep style"
Pic 3/4 "The trouble with co-sleeping"
Pic 5 "Mommy's spot is my favorite"
Last night Paul and I watched the documentary called "The Business of Being Born." This project was inspired by Ricki Lake, who, after having a traumatic hospital birth experience, chose a home birth for baby #2.
The next morning we got up early to go see the Pope. We had street tickets for his arrival and Mass at St. Patrick's Cathedral. We ran up and down many many streets trying to find out how to get to the security check point. Unfortunately, due to misdirections from several police officers, and a long wait in several lines...we did not make it into the plaza. So, we watched the jumbotron for a few minutes (and were interviewed by a newsman from Chicago and another from Czechoslovakia).
Since we couldn't see too well, we took up an invitation from Gabie's previous employer, and hiked up 20 blocks to the World Youth Alliance offices on the upper East side. They downloaded the live feed from EWTN and put it up with the projector, where we watched part of the Mass.
Fearing we would miss the next opportunity to see Pope Benedict, we grabbed lunch to go and hiked a couple blocks back to 5th Ave to await the procession.
AND....HERE IS A CLIP OF THE POPE DRIVING BY!
Since others may have missed it. :)
Our friends helped us adjust her so that she would not be uncomfortable.
After fiddling with her for 2 minutes, she woke up. Darn it! "I am such a bad momma; I woke up my sleeping baby...so much for that morning nap." We continued on. First downhill, then, we began the uphill stretch. Paul did quite well considering he was carrying a 20 pound baby in an 8 pound pack.
After maybe an hour, we made it to the top of that stretch. Next was the “scenic plateau”. As we continued on, that scenic plateau became quick rocky. No problem, we have done this before, as I reminisced about hand over foot hiking that we had done in the past. After another hour of very rocky terrain, suddenly we were engaging in hand over foot rock climbing.
Our sleepless baby did not like all the bouncing this entailed. And after reaching several peaks, only to see more treacherous rock climbs ahead, mommy nerves began to kick in.
We decided to take a break, have lunch and hope that we were at the end of our treachery. Passing hikers assured us there was much more to come. With lunch in her belly, I hoped H would fall asleep, which she did. We continued on.
Then we continued up, and up, and up. After several, "this still isn't the end???" peaks...we heard the wonderful sound of children. Those angelic little voices assured me there was hope ahead! And finally, we made it. Just as we climbed that last peak, we found a sign:
Okay, why wasn't that sign at the BEGINNING of the trail we took???? We hiked across the rocks and a man looked at us and said "You just came from there???? With a baby????" "Yes sir we did" Paul said proudly. And so, our story. We took a few more pictures and then continued down the "express trail to visitor center." We loaded up our tired baby, and our tired old bodies and headed home. Now, we can hardly move....but we have another memorable "First" for the baby book. :)