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Delphinus
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Hey all!
My little one is almost 8 months old now, and I can’t believe how awesome being a mother is. We had him baptised, and I have been going to daily mass with him since he was about 3 months old. It is an enormous blessing to me that God has entrusted me with his precious little guy. I want nothing more than to raise him to know and love Jesus.
However, my happy little guy is often too happy at Mass. He’s an over joyous baby that rarely cries and opts instead to spend his time at Mass literally squealing with delight, laughing, blowing raspberries and doing whatever he can to get others to look at him and smile. Then he giggles and smiles back and starts squealing with delight again. Children are his favorite target, as well as the older parishioners who love to play with him. I am so happy that my baby is so enthusiastic about life, but…it’s Mass, and our church doesn’t have a cry room.
The whole time I am dying inside because I struggled with infertility for years. I had to stop attending Mass altogether for about a year (moved on, confessed, regret that time sincerely!) when I was in therapy because of the sheer numbers of darling babies at Mass, and I was the one with the problem so I stayed home or sat in the entryway and listened over the speakers, usually crying. I revisit this every time I hear my little man bust a gut during Mass, thinking about the poor women around me that may have lost a child, couldn’t have a child, or mourn in some way at the sound of an infant. I haven’t fully intended to, but I am finding myself no longer attending daily Masses, and most of my Sundays are spent in the bathroom where I can hear the Mass but no one can hear us.
I admit, I could use some encouragement here. I also could use some advice about what to do when there is no cry room. Lately it’s been bottles and pacifiers or putting him on the floor so he can’t see other people in efforts to distract him, but I also never make it through a whole Mass. We usually get as far as the homily before I’m back in the bathroom walking laps.
My little one is almost 8 months old now, and I can’t believe how awesome being a mother is. We had him baptised, and I have been going to daily mass with him since he was about 3 months old. It is an enormous blessing to me that God has entrusted me with his precious little guy. I want nothing more than to raise him to know and love Jesus.
However, my happy little guy is often too happy at Mass. He’s an over joyous baby that rarely cries and opts instead to spend his time at Mass literally squealing with delight, laughing, blowing raspberries and doing whatever he can to get others to look at him and smile. Then he giggles and smiles back and starts squealing with delight again. Children are his favorite target, as well as the older parishioners who love to play with him. I am so happy that my baby is so enthusiastic about life, but…it’s Mass, and our church doesn’t have a cry room.
The whole time I am dying inside because I struggled with infertility for years. I had to stop attending Mass altogether for about a year (moved on, confessed, regret that time sincerely!) when I was in therapy because of the sheer numbers of darling babies at Mass, and I was the one with the problem so I stayed home or sat in the entryway and listened over the speakers, usually crying. I revisit this every time I hear my little man bust a gut during Mass, thinking about the poor women around me that may have lost a child, couldn’t have a child, or mourn in some way at the sound of an infant. I haven’t fully intended to, but I am finding myself no longer attending daily Masses, and most of my Sundays are spent in the bathroom where I can hear the Mass but no one can hear us.
I admit, I could use some encouragement here. I also could use some advice about what to do when there is no cry room. Lately it’s been bottles and pacifiers or putting him on the floor so he can’t see other people in efforts to distract him, but I also never make it through a whole Mass. We usually get as far as the homily before I’m back in the bathroom walking laps.