Elliott made her first wedding appearance this past weekend. One of my best friends from childhood, David, got married in Staunton, Virginia. We dressed Elliott in the cutest of pink smocked dresses with matching ruffled bloomers. Elliott was one of a plethora of little babies at this wedding so we felt we were in good company.
Who ever invented the church "cry room" should be given a medal of honor. I never really appreciated this wonderful plexiglass, sound-proofed room that allows embarrassed mothers and fathers of screaming babies to slip away from the congregation and flee to a safe place. Elliott and I spent the entire wedding in the cry room of St. Francis of Assisi Catholic church. We were not alone however. It is absolutely amazing how you immediately bond with other mothers, especially mothers of similarly crying babies. There were six of us crammed into a very hot but so important room in the balcony, sharing war stories and battle wounds from the trenches.
So as I fed an angry, hungry Elliott, I watched my friend David get married like it was a silent movie. I watched them meet at the alter, hold hands, mouth what I'm sure where beautiful vows and then kiss at the end at the time that I'm sure the priest announced that they were man and wife. When they tell you that life isn't the same after children, they are right.
Skip to the lovely reception when Elliott decided it was time to eat again. Scouring the ballroom for a safe place to nurse I spotted an empty bar. So Elliott and I and the "hooter hider" nursing screen slipped away undetected to a dark corner of the bar for privacy. Little did we know that the entire, and I mean ENTIRE, wedding party would come streaming into the bar to do the obligatory round of shots. Alone we were no more. Again, life is never the same and truly after 12 hours of labor, 3 and 1/2 hours of pushing and a C-section, I really have no more shame.
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