
Last month Isaac and I were invited to speak in sacrament meeting. Isaac's brothers were here visiting from Panama and the night before our talks was their last night in Utah. We hosted a little family party here until about one a.m. and put all of the girls on temporary beds in our room since we had a lot of visitors spending the night here. None of them slept well, which ment Isaac and I didn't either. I decided at 2am to write all of my talk down incase I was brain dead for lack of sleep in the morning. At 5 am Isaac got up to take his brother's to the airport and when he got back, all of the girls woke up, so we started getting ready for church extra early.
I knew it would be hard to maintain all three girls reverent while the other was speaking, so I packed the diaper bag with everything I could think of to keep them occupied. Tons of books, toys, sippy cups and treats. I even packed individual cookie and chip bags for each one since they usually fight over who gets to hold it.
As the sacrament was ending, I got out all of the treats and books and passed them out, then tried to sneak up to the podium. Ariana freaked out right of the bat. She started screaming and tried to run after me, so Isaac carried her out into the hall. Of course that made Maria and Rocio cry because now they were alone in the bench. I hadn't even said good morning yet.
There was a wonderful sister behind our pew that moved up to sit with the girls, but because they didn't know her, it didn't really calm them down. I had started my talk, praying they would be okay with the situation, but their cries were just escalating. I probably could have ignored it and kept going, but everyone in the congregation was looking at the girls, so if there was anything inspired in my talk, it was falling on deaf ears. So I stopped the talk and asked the sister to let them come up to the front with me, they usually play very quietly and I figured they would be calmer once they felt a little more secure. I couldn't remember the sister's name though, and she was totally absorbed with the girls, so I was trying to get her attention from the microphone, until I finally asked someone else to tap her and ask her to let the girls come up to me.
Rocio came running up with a big smile and relief all over her face. Maria started up the stairs then turned around to go get her cookies. I continued with my talk. Then Maria and Rocio started fighting behind me over the cookie bag. I decided I would just ignore it and keep going. I saw the bishop trying to referee. The sister that had been sitting with them in the pew came up on the stand and tried to help them share. And then Maria just started yelling, which is so uncharacteristic for her, and I couldn't ignore it anymore. I turned and took the cookie bag, which if I would have been thinking clearly I would have just asked Maria to go down to the diaper bag and get another bag of cookies, which I'm sure she would have done and the problem would be solved. Of course when I took the cookies and told them they needed to sit quietly, they both had meltdowns, so I asked the sister to take them out of the room. She tried to take them both but they were kicking and screaming, so she waived her daughter up to get one, while she took the other one. I've been on the stand about 5 minutes by this point. I was so mortified, but I guess it was a good introduction to the whole family.
I was able to finish my talk in peace, SOOO thankful that I had written it all down, I was pretty scatterbrained after the war over the cookies. I felt like I ended well, and even saw a few weepy people. The funny thing is that my talk was on Faith and Perseverence and the bishop said it would be appropriate to share our personal experiences about our trials, the biggest of which of course was the infertility and adoption experiences. So it was kind of funny at the end saying what a blessing my children were as I was still flushed from embarrassment.
This was the first time Isaac had spoken in sacrament in an English ward, so I wanted to hear it, but I ended up staying with the kids in the nursery room while he spoke. At one point I snuck across the hall and stood in the back of the Gym to listen to him, and suddenly Ariana runs in the chapel door screaming down the aisle towards him. I had to dash through the gym, with my heels clicking the whole way, to grab her before she went up the stairs. I took her back to the nursery and stayed there the rest of the time.
Several people approached me aftewards and said that Isaac did great and our girls are adorable and not to worry about the "scene". Most people said it was either endearing or brought back memories of their own sacrament talk horror stories. I guess it could have been worse, at least none of them started banging on the piano.