Sunday is our family day. Jeremy wakes early in the morning, makes a big breakfast. We then head to church for the morning. After church we go for lunch with Jeremy's parents (the boys like to see their grandparents). Come home and relax for the afternoon. Jeremy then takes Carter and Luke back into the church for a children's program.
This is our Sunday routine.
Brayden is not a fan. We are not sure why.
Our church moved into a new building at the end of the summer. Since that time, I have made it into the sanctuary to hear the sermon 2 times (we are there every weekend). The moment we get in the car and start heading to church, Brayden starts fussing. By the time we arrive at church he is screaming. Once Brayden kicks it into "that" gear, there is little that we can do to calm him. He has been doing this EVERY Sunday, since August (except once or twice).
We do not leave church, Carter and Luke are having a good time. Jeremy and I both volunteer in different programs. We just keep assuming that Brayden will adjust.
Church is a relatively quiet place...not a place for a screaming toddler. Many a Sundays you could find Jeremy or I pacing the halls, pushing Brayden around in his wheelchair. Or bouncing him in our lap, praying that he would calm down or just go to sleep. Or you may see us sitting in the car with him while church is going on. Or you might see him in the car, windows rolled down and me sitting on the bench nearby (sitting in the car with a screaming child is torture).
Yes, Brayden has his moments on other days, it just seems to heightened on Sunday.
It has been frustrating. I have felt on the verge of tears or screaming several times. I feel terrible for Brayden, not knowing how to help him...also trying not to disrupt Carter and Luke either.
I must admit that I almost flipped out on an innocent mom a few weeks ago. She politely told me that serving in the Children's ministry once a month was just too much for her, that she rather be in the service with her husband. Missing church once a month was just too hard for them.
In my head I was screaming, REALLY?! You are complaining about once a month and that is serving to help in YOUR child's room!
Outwardly, I tried my best to be kind, after all she did not know my situation and I did not want to take out my frustration on her. I told her we would figure something out that worked for her family...while I think I was grinding my teeth trying to be kind.
Determined not to alter our Sunday as a family, we continue to go to church, praying that Brayden will adjust. Today, my father-in-law graciously sat with Brayden, paced the halls and held him, while Jeremy and I could sit and listen to the service together...it was nice. I have now made it 3x to hear the sermon.