Our Adventure into... The Church Nursery.

Well... today was our first time that we left Caden in our church nursery. Up until now, from the time he was 5 weeks and first brought him to church until last week we had been bringing Caden into worship with us. Well, recently Caden has been super chatty "ooooh"ing and "aahhh"ing all over the place... which is not quite so amazing while the sermon is going on. Soooo... we decided it was time.

So this morning after Sunday school we gathered all of our stuff and went to the nursery. Now, let me just say, they were amazing. However, overall, our first church nursery trip was An. Epic. Failure. How, you may ask, does one FAIL at dropping their child off at the nursery? Well... allow me to explain.

It all starts off great. Thinking everything is there. And then you and your darling husband go and sit with your mother in church. Who is sitting in THE MIDDLE of the pew. Four people to crawl over on either side if I have to get out (which as soon as I realize this I am now CERTAIN it will - that is just my luck - right?!)

It was about six or seven minutes into the sermon that I realize - there is NO bottle in the diaper bag. Three servings of formula - enough to last him all day long -but NO bottle. That is in the car. Hmmmm... what to do.... We're in the middle of prayer and I am pondering my strategy. Then it occurs to me... I will let my sweet husband go. He only has TWO people to climb over, and this is something he can handle. So I write him a note:

"No bottle in the diaper bag. During the offering go and either see if the nursery has extras and make a bottle or go to the car and get it." Sweet Christopher gets all of this message and nods and off he goes. I think - man I am so lucky to have such an amazing husband.

And then my beeper vibrates in my pocket. If you're dropping a baby off in the nursery they give you a beeper (like what you have in restaurants) in case your baby is in distress - and apparently - as my beeper vibrates - mine is. ::Sigh:: Here I go... four minutes into the sermon... climbing over the people who chose to share a row with us (that are now regretting the choice)... heading to the nursery.

I get there, and see my sweet husband, and my (now crying baby - bless his heart). The conversation goes something like this:

My sweet amazing husband: "I had them page you - they don't have bottles - what do you want me to do?"
Me: "Oh, it's okay, just go to the car and get it - like the note said"
Husband: "The note said that? I didn't read that part..."
Me: "Haha... it's okay... just go get it now, I'll hold Caden"
Husband: "I can't... the keys are in my jacket" (STILL IN THE CHURCH PEW!)

Epic. Fail.

There is no way at this point that either of us are climbing BACK over poor Jim, Susan, and Robbie to get the keys in what is now the MIDDLE of the sermon. So now I am holding the crying baby (who I attempted to nurse - which he wants nothing to do with - another post in itself)... and I continue to hold him, until he cries himself to sleep. Both Chris and I missed the sermon, and we wound up at the church until the last people were leaving because we had to feed him AFTER the service ended.

Sigh. The adventures of being new parents. Here's to hoping next week is a LITTLE more successful. :)