The point of this post is where I found myself Saturday night. Nick had gone back into work after being home for less then 12 hours. That meant that he was going to be gone for more then 36 hours. Not the first time that this has happened since Aidan joined us, and hardly the last time it will happen. Friday night was particularly hard. Aidan was super fussy throughout the day, and it took me over 2 hours to get him to bed for the night. {I know, I know, he's a baby, babies cry, I get that, really I do}. So needless to say, I didn't sleep much Friday night. When Nick came home, he took over, and let me get a much needed nap {about 4 hours worth!}. I got up, we did our thing, gave Aidan a bath, hung out, and got ready for Daddy to head back to work. I was refreshed, and ready to take on the rest of the night and the following day. Or so I thought. Saturday night was another hard night, taking close to 2 hours to get Aidan down for the night again. Around 11pm, I was sitting on our bed, with Aidan screaming bloody murder in my lap, rocking him, and praying, really praying for some guidance. I needed help. I was at my wits end, and on the verge of tears myself. I
The next morning, I was awake well before I needed to be to get ready for church, but Aidan was not. I knew that I could wake him up, and get him ready, but I didn't want to risk waking him, and him being in a bad mood and fussy during church, so I let him sleep. I also knew that I could get up and get myself ready on the off chance that he would wake up in time for us to be out the door. For some reason, I did not. Eventually, Aidan woke up, and I set to getting ready, still not convinced that we were going to make it out the door. I literally got in the shower at 9:50am...service started at 10:30...this was going to be tight. I took a "mommy shower," you know, the kind that you take when you know that your child will be screaming bloody murder by the time you're done? To my surprise, he was not screaming...he wasn't even crying...he was cooing and laughing and all smiles when I peeked in on him before getting dressed. I'm not really sure how, but we managed to make it out the door at about 10:10. We made it to church on time, and even had time to say hi to some of the other families there.
As soon as I set foot into the sanctuary, something just felt right. I can't explain it, and wouldn't even try, but it's like I knew that this is where I belonged that morning. Service was fantastic, and Aidan was amazing the whole time. Not one cry, hardly even a peep out of him {although he did start to chatter right before communion.} By the end of service, he was out like a light. Others around us offered to help me carry him and our things downstairs for fellowship. During fellowship, I discovered that one of the couples that had been sitting behind me are friends with one of Nicks co-workers...small world, huh? We began to talk about another local church that was playing Courageous that night. I looked it up on my trusty iPhone, only to discover it had been played the night before. We were all kinda disappointed. Then one of the families offered to have a few people over that night to watch it at their house. They invited me to come along. At first I hesitated, as I know that evenings are kind of difficult for Aidan and he has a tendency to fuss. I explained this to host of the evening, and after some encouragement, I decided to join them. Again, it just felt right.
Long story...well...long, Aidan and I headed out Sunday night to watch Courageous with a few other people from church. What an amazing movie {more thoughts on that in a later post}, and what an amazing night with new friends!! I feel as if God has answered my prayers in showing me the way to New Song. I feel that Aidan and I have found our church "home." I'm not sure what God has in store for my family, and our new friends, but I know it will be something great!!
