After hearing of my grandma’s passing I knew we had to travel to Buffalo regardless of the fact that we would have an 8 week old baby with us. I did hesitate for a split second but only because I didn’t know what the reaction to a newborn at a funeral would be. It wasn’t until after I talked to my mother-in-law that I decided it would be a good thing to bring Alex and hoped that she could bring some happiness to a sad situation.
On that note, I can assure you she most certainly brought the happiness to a sad situation and then some. In fact, it was during grandma’s funeral that she reminded us that there is happiness in the world.
Grandma’s funeral was held at Our Lady of Victory Basilica in Buffalo, NY. If you have a moment take a look at it here: http://www.ourladyofvictory.org/Basilica/Welcome.html. After seeing the church I hope you can appreciate how big it is and as such how much noise resonates through the sanctuary…especially during quiet moments with a minimal crowd. Moving on.
Alex was a perfect angel during our 9 hour trip to Buffalo, during the wake, during the funeral and I’m not just saying that. She really was. For a baby that, in my opinion, never sleeps she slept almost the entire time during all three of those events and everyone adored her. However, during grandma’s funeral she grew just a tad bit fussy. Still asleep in Marcus’s arms she began her little noises that can mean a few things: 1. I’m waking up. 2. I’m hungry. 3. I’m uncomfortable and something is making its way out and whichever way it comes out will just have to be a surprise. It turns out this was a number 3 noise. During one of the more quiet moments of the service my beautiful, baby angel exploded in her diaper with a force the likes I have never heard before. I certainly heard it then as did everyone within a five pew radius of ours. As I saw heads turn and heard smothered laughter it became increasingly harder for me to not lose it. Teetering on the edge of tears and laughter it was a moment I won’t soon forget.
Later, my grandpa who is hard of hearing and did not actually hear the trumpeting of the babe, laughed about it with the rest of us. That in itself made bringing Alex worth it. Thinking about it, there is no doubt in my mind the heavens heard her and I am quite sure that grandma was laughing with the rest of us.
Thus concludes my first post that will one day mortify my daughter.
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