Jarmon and I both jumped out of bed this morning when Arabella let out a series of shrieks. Usually she will contently toss and turn a bit before we actually get her up, so the shrill noises caught us off guard. Because her bassinet is on Jarmon’s side of the bed (the only way it would fit in our room), he was the first to notice- “How did she get on her tummy?” (Another milestone- yay!) I was going to just pick her up and start the morning- but then thought better of it and rolled her back over into a sleeping position. She went on to sleep until 11a… and probably would have slept until noon if my parents’ arrival hadn’t created a buzz of excitement (ie- Baxter barking) in the house. She had fallen asleep in her Steelers onesie, so the sight of her still passed out (on the Monday after a game) as the clock approached noon was nothing short of hilarious. Like father like daughter!
My parents took the train in from PA and arrived late morning. They quickly occupied the attention of Baxter and Arabella, so I could get ready for my first night shift back at work. Leaving Arabella with Jarmon yesterday and my parents today wasn’t a big deal. I feel like it may be harder to leave when she is with a babysitter.
I covered a great story at Wrigley Field tonight where a boy with Downs Syndrome sang the national anthem. Stefan Xidas sang the anthem at a White Sox game a few years ago and it had been a his dream to sing at a Cubs game.
He was awesome. His performance was awesome. And his friends who made it happen were awesome. They also raised more than $18,000 for Special Olympics– a donation that was matched by the Cubs. Incredible.
It’s always a treat when a story allows for smiling— and this is especially true as I get back into the swing of things. Rob and Allison welcomed me back as “Arabella’s mommy” in my tag. So fun.
A ton of people at work asked the same question— how is Arabella sleeping? Despite the pediatrician’s advice to keep our mouths shut and enjoy the sleep we’ve been getting… I told people that she had been sleeping like a champ. Literally 12+ hours a night. So, it was fitting that she woke up screaming just minutes after I got home tonight— a time of night she hadn’t seen in weeks. I gave her some milk and we snuggled a bit. She was smiling and ready to play. So we did. And not going to lie- I loved every second of it.
Trina Orlando 