Eliot is wigglyyyy in church, so we decided to try the nursery today again. He’s so happy when I’m in there with him, but I wanted to enjoy church with Matthias so I left him. Ugh. My heart! I pleaded with the ladies working — “text me if he’s upset.” I can’t imagine him being in there sobbing missing me while I’m unaware. 🥺

it stresses me out to the point I can’t pay attention. Maybe it’s a first child thing. Maybe it’ll never go away. He lasted about 15 minutes before I got a text “Eliot needs Mommy” and he came back to sit with us.

He’s talking over the pastor with all his little baby noises and loves eating puffs or a pouch or having a bottle during the sermon, but other than those distractions, I feel like he’s a really content baby and does well in a large, quiet room. I’m happy to sit with my baby. I’m grateful to be in church with my little family.