Please Do Not Grab My Baby

So after the babe turned 10 weeks old we decided she was now 2 weeks post shots and could attend church. After much consideration we decided that the west side, St. Mark's, was the better option. It has 2! cry rooms with 3 benches in each plus a row of chairs in the very back. Since our little Squeaks is pretty noisy- and most often demands to be held while standing- a cry room is the only way to go.
This was a little saddening because I love, love, love our church- St. Joseph's. Well last weekend we went to St. Mark's. All went well and we had a good experience.

Now this weekend we woke up Sunday morning and Lance checked the internet for church times just in case. What do ya know! St. Mark's new church time is too early for us. If you feed a babe you know how feeding schedules can really dictate your day.

So back to the drawing board. We decided to go back to our old church and risk the small, cramped, filled with moving boxes :-/ cry room. We got there early because we had noticed in the past people tend to sit in there who don't have a reason to be sitting in there except they are avoiding having to sit next to strangers... We arrive a whole 20 minutes early and are the only ones in there. SUHWEET! :)

Well it didn't take long after church began for stragglers to make their way in there with us. A mom and her (I'd guess around 12) son. So no biggie there's room enough for 5. I'm minding my own business- changing diapers, bouncing, and feeding the babe as usual. When I stand up to burp the Squeaks all of the sudden the woman stands up walks up to me and TAKES MY BABY!  I mean what is a mom supposed to do!? There was no- awwwwww your baby is cute can I hold her... or awww do you mind? I mean she just TOOK MY FRIGGIN BABY! I had no option- except I suppose I could have held on for dear life until she took a freagin hint. About this time she walks over to her chair and sits down with MY baby. Lance and I are about to have 2 big ol cows. I should tell you she did not speak english so we could not tell her this was sooooo not kosher to take a new mom's baby from her arms without asking! She proceeds to hold her and show her to her son. Then finally Squeaks begins to squeak. Thank goodness! The one time I am all for some whinny noise. Dad didn't give any time til he sprung up and politely said "oh here she's getting fussy" ;) She then mimics do us that the baby is hungry. Oh really...I'm sorry did you miss when I just fed her 5 ounces of milk!? I quickly plucked her back and was not about to let go again.
Needless to say we are going to Saint Mark's next Sunday...