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the_rckSunday, Scott, Delia and I went to see ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
booniverse and Matt Q. get married. I didn't see that much of the ceremony because Delia decided that she was hungry. The bride and groom had arranged for the church's nursery to be open for any parent whose child got upset and noisy or who just needed to be elsewhere. I found a very comfortable rocking chair there and fed Delia. After she finished, I let her play a bit on a low table. I wanted to be sure she was really done eating before I took her back in. About the time I concluded that she really was done, I heard applause and guessed (correctly) that the ceremony was over.
We went back in and watched the bride and groom greet everybody. (We'd sat at the very back so that it would be easy for me to take Delia out if necessary.) They both looked really happy, andbooniverse's dress was in fact gorgeous.
From there, we went over to the reception which was at Cobblestone Farm. I was pleased to discover that a former coworker of mine had been helping out by being there while the caterers were setting up. That gave me an opportunity to show off my baby. The woman in question had sent me an e-mail congratulations back in May, but she'd never seen Delia before.
Delia was actually unbelievably good. The wedding started at 2 in the afternoon, and we didn't get home until nearly 8. She only cried once, and that was while she and I were in the office and I was trying to feed her. (I used the office because it had a wonderful overstuffed chair. Arms on chairs are fairly essential for the breastfeeding position Delia and I both prefer. Sparing the sensibilities of the other guests was an extremely secondary concern.)
Early on, there was a lion dance. I'd expected Delia to find it visually attractive, what with all the movement and decoration. Several other people expected her to scream in protest at the noise (heavy drumming and cymbals and the like). Scott picked her up and stood in the back of the room with her so he could make a quick escape if she did freak. Instead, she fell asleep in his arms. We got a couple of pictures of her like that, but without the sound, they're just pictures of a sleeping baby.
I kept intending to watch the lion dance then finding my head turning so that I could watch my little girl sleep. I felt a little bit bad about that, but I suppose it shows that my priorities are in the right place. I can see a lion dance any time. My baby girl sleeping through a lion dance, on the other hand... Once in a lifetime.
Delia let us pass her back and forth, and she smiled a lot. Later on, she fell asleep again while Scott was talking toogham and stayed asleep while Scott passed her over to me for a while. She only woke up when I had to shift her position because one of my arms was falling asleep. Before that, though, I got plenty of sleeping baby cuddle time.
Several different people danced with Delia. She seemed to enjoy it and didn't panic when Scott and I weren't in sight. She and I played peek-a-boo using a napkin, and she chewed on a couple of the toys we'd brought. (Most of what we packed never got used.)
Not too surprisingly, Delia fell asleep as we drove home. We had to detour because there'd been an accident on Plymouth. We were worried because it was by the mosque there, but we had trouble finding any news. As it turns out, two women had been hit by a truck as they were crossing the street after leaving a service at the mosque. That bit of road has no crossing lights and (according to Scott) inadequate lighting. It's a tragedy, but we were afraid of something much worse when we saw the flares, the police and a news van.
Delia went to bed pretty easily that night. She was exhausted. Scott and I both felt quite relieved that the day had gone so smoothly.
booniverse and Matt Q. get married. I didn't see that much of the ceremony because Delia decided that she was hungry. The bride and groom had arranged for the church's nursery to be open for any parent whose child got upset and noisy or who just needed to be elsewhere. I found a very comfortable rocking chair there and fed Delia. After she finished, I let her play a bit on a low table. I wanted to be sure she was really done eating before I took her back in. About the time I concluded that she really was done, I heard applause and guessed (correctly) that the ceremony was over.We went back in and watched the bride and groom greet everybody. (We'd sat at the very back so that it would be easy for me to take Delia out if necessary.) They both looked really happy, and
booniverse's dress was in fact gorgeous.From there, we went over to the reception which was at Cobblestone Farm. I was pleased to discover that a former coworker of mine had been helping out by being there while the caterers were setting up. That gave me an opportunity to show off my baby. The woman in question had sent me an e-mail congratulations back in May, but she'd never seen Delia before.
Delia was actually unbelievably good. The wedding started at 2 in the afternoon, and we didn't get home until nearly 8. She only cried once, and that was while she and I were in the office and I was trying to feed her. (I used the office because it had a wonderful overstuffed chair. Arms on chairs are fairly essential for the breastfeeding position Delia and I both prefer. Sparing the sensibilities of the other guests was an extremely secondary concern.)
Early on, there was a lion dance. I'd expected Delia to find it visually attractive, what with all the movement and decoration. Several other people expected her to scream in protest at the noise (heavy drumming and cymbals and the like). Scott picked her up and stood in the back of the room with her so he could make a quick escape if she did freak. Instead, she fell asleep in his arms. We got a couple of pictures of her like that, but without the sound, they're just pictures of a sleeping baby.
I kept intending to watch the lion dance then finding my head turning so that I could watch my little girl sleep. I felt a little bit bad about that, but I suppose it shows that my priorities are in the right place. I can see a lion dance any time. My baby girl sleeping through a lion dance, on the other hand... Once in a lifetime.
Delia let us pass her back and forth, and she smiled a lot. Later on, she fell asleep again while Scott was talking to
ogham and stayed asleep while Scott passed her over to me for a while. She only woke up when I had to shift her position because one of my arms was falling asleep. Before that, though, I got plenty of sleeping baby cuddle time.Several different people danced with Delia. She seemed to enjoy it and didn't panic when Scott and I weren't in sight. She and I played peek-a-boo using a napkin, and she chewed on a couple of the toys we'd brought. (Most of what we packed never got used.)
Not too surprisingly, Delia fell asleep as we drove home. We had to detour because there'd been an accident on Plymouth. We were worried because it was by the mosque there, but we had trouble finding any news. As it turns out, two women had been hit by a truck as they were crossing the street after leaving a service at the mosque. That bit of road has no crossing lights and (according to Scott) inadequate lighting. It's a tragedy, but we were afraid of something much worse when we saw the flares, the police and a news van.
Delia went to bed pretty easily that night. She was exhausted. Scott and I both felt quite relieved that the day had gone so smoothly.
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