I had anxiety all week about going, but was excited to get back into the swing of things and what better time. Elanora is on meds for acid reflux so she no longer cries that sad, loud, pain cry. She had her first round of shots, so she would be able to fend off all those awesome nursery kid germs. And I was ready to run down the street screaming because of cabin fever. Really everything was in place for a perfect day at church. Right?
Things did not start out quite as I had planned. I wanted to make a handout for my calling so I could pass it out at church, but because I worked on the handouts I was behind in getting me ready...Strike one.
The cute babyface woke up later than usual, throwing her eating schedule off, so she ended up needing to eat at 11:30. I had wanted her to eat at 12:30 so I could get her to sleep before church, now she was going to be hungry right in the middle of church...Strike two.
I had wanted to drive her around before church so that she would be nice and asleep before we got there, but because I made handouts I did not get ready until 12:30 and by the time we got in the car it was time to be there...Strike three.
Three strikes, I was definitely out and I had not even started the game yet. Oh boy. This was going to be fun.
Now the sweet little doll has colic so when she starts crying sometimes it does not stop and she is loud. I was nervous. I had a baby who was wide awake and does not like to just hang out, she is a mover and a shaker.
We did not even make it to the Sacrament. She was tired and fussy, so we had to walk out, then she was hungry, then she had a complete blowout in the diaper region.
Chris had to give the Bishopric message in Primary so I was trying to carry my baby(who was very messy and fussy because of said diaper region), her carrier, and the diaper bag. I don't know how you mothers with 10 kids do it.
We did not make it very long at church...But she looked cute and there is always next week :)
1 comment:
Don't worry girl, it'll get better! Then you'll have another one and it'll get worse again! :) haha! Just kidding.
But really, coming from a mother of three, there are ALWAYS going to be Sundays when you wonder, "Is this really worth all the trouble? Can't we just bring her back when she's 2?" Days when you want to burst out crying in frustration and days you want to quit. Seriously, I laugh out loud when people talk about the "Day of Rest." What's that?
At the same time, we both know it IS worth it. There will be days that are awesome! Today our 5-year-old started singing "I Am A Child of God" during the sacrament and I couldn't decide whether to shush him or to beam. :) It's great. Elanora and YOU will get better at it. And yes, there's always next week. :)
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