Going to church with Eva has become increasingly difficult the older she gets. It’s hard to keep her entertained and not screeching during the meetings; it’s the same struggle I have with Michael every week. Eva has not slept in my arms since she was probably six months old. She refuses to fall asleep if I am holding her. However, on the trip to my grandpa’s funeral, I witnessed Eva sleeping in my sister’s arms TWICE! And I saw it again over Thanksgiving. Turns out it IS possible.
Michael didn’t think that I could recreate this event. He said that my sister is the Baby Whisperer and I don’t possess the same skills to make my baby sleep in my arms. As with all disagreements that I have with Michael, my end goal is to prove him wrong. Today I did just that.
Eva was starting to fuss so I decided to take her into the Mother’s Lounge and become the Baby Whisperer. The Mother’s Lounge is just a room in the bathroom with rocking chairs, a changing table, and the ever-present odor of dirty diapers. The first time I ever went into the Mother’s Lounge, I made the mistake of flinging the door wide open and was met with a breastfeeding woman who wasn’t concerned with discreetness. It was awkward. I wasn’t interested in seeing that manatee again, so I gingerly opened the door this time, and thankfully the room was empty. I settled into the chair and I rocked Eva and sang to her and refused to let her squirm off my lap. Within minutes I had achieved this:
I was proud and starving. Luckily my dear husband, who didn’t believe in me, left a Snickers in my bag. So I ate it.
It was a deserved reward for a job well done. It was delicious.
Best day at church ever.
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