First Pro Sport

On Thursday we went to the Rockies game to celebrate John and Kara's upcoming nuptials. I thought it was a fun way to spend the day and Otto was going to be there too. I was wrong. There are many reasons why taking an 8 week old to a Rockies game is a bad idea. Foremost, Coors Field is in LoDo. There is NO parking in LoDo, ever. So we parked about 10 blocks away for the price of $20. I loaded X into the Ergo and traipsed across Denver in 95 degree weather. That is reason number too, Denver is HOT in the summer. Like really hot. Strapping a 14 pound baby in a black carrier to my chest was brilliant. Then there is the issue of X and noise. He doesn't care for it. The game had HORRIBLE umping, so there was a lot of yelling and he got upset. He also didn't nap. Mostly because he was probably hungry. Why? Because breastfeeding is hard for me. Breastfeeding in sunlight in 95 degree weather in the upper stands of Coors Field was almost impossible and X was not having it. He just wouldn't, or maybe couldn't, do it. So we spent the rest of the evening nursing and sleeping in the cool of the house. He went to sleep finally around 6:00 and didn't get up until 8 the next morning, just waking to nurse every 2 hours. It just wasn't fun. Maybe if Mike was there too it would have helped, because by the time we left, only 2 hours after finally getting into the stadium (will call gave my ticket to someone else, no idea how that happened but it took an extra 30 minutes to just get the fuck inside) we walked back to the car. But X would not go into the Ergo, so I had to carry him, facing out, all the way back to the car, which was parked outside the Rescue Mission which I think serves dinner at 6:00, it was almost 5:00 so the line was already forming. Awesome. Maybe next year....