Michael and I have taken baby Gabriel to mass with us since he was two weeks old. We know kids won’t always be the most well-behaved churchgoers in attendance, but we’re all sinners aren’t we? 🙂
We actually got all three of us to church and in our pew by ten minutes before mass started. (That was something of a notable accomplishment for us lately.) As soon as our butts hit the pew, however, Gabriel started asking for dinner in a very loud and clear manner. Of course, being the far seeing, prepared parents that we are, we had a warm bottle ready to stifle the drama before Gabriel got fully into Angry Baby Mode.
When Gabriel started howling, Michael nodded calmly to me and I immediately extracted a bottle for Gabriel from our diaper bag. I thought the bottle seemed a little wet when I handed it to Michael. It took until Gabriel started choking violently and spitting up milk all over himself that I realized that the bottle was wet with leaking milk. Michael had forgotten to assemble the bottle with the little-plastic-part-thingy that is supposed to regulate the flow of milk to the baby…
We suddenly had an angry 7 week old having a massive meltdown.
I ended up having to take our howling child into the bathroom to nurse him just as mass began. Thank goodness I happen to always have dinner on tap :). I enjoyed making several preteen girls who came into the bathroom for a mid-mass potty break highly uncomfortable (just kidding :).
I missed most of mass today, since Gabriel takes about 30 minutes to nurse. When I did return to mass, Gabriel hollered and fussed with gas until communion. Thank goodness Michael and I were both able to get communion today! I needed some extra heavenly grace, which I feel I received in spades.