We hit another milestone this weekend. Well, I don’t know if it’s technically a milestone, but it was definitely a first.

Mommy got called out of church service to get my baby from the nursery.

At our church, when you check your child into the nursery/Sunday school, you’re given a number. In order to pick that child up, you must present the number. They also use the numbers to notify parents that they’re needed by putting the number up in the corner of the screen in the main service. Numbers pop up usually a couple times during the service. Sometimes I glance around to see if I can spot the parent slipping out to go get their kiddo.

So it was pretty surreal when I was looking at the screen and realized “Oh! OH! That’s OUR number!” My heart kind of flip-flopped for a second. I shoved my journal and pen with which I had been taking notes at my husband, grabbed my number tag, and probably left a breeze in my wake as I rushed out of the sanctuary.

I knew only one thing: My baby needed me.

One of the nursery workers was sitting with him at the check-in counter in the main hallway. As soon as he saw me, my baby burst into tears and practically scrambled out of the nice lady’s arms towards me. As soon as I took him, he quieted and snuggled deep into my shoulder.

Can I just say, I LOVE that feeling? No matter what’s wrong, Mama makes it all better.

The nursery lady explained that he had thrown up and was running a low fever. Isn’t it weird how kids can be just fine when you leave the house and illness seems to come out of nowhere? We think he might (finally!) be teething – that would explain the fever. And he tends to throw up when he’s really upset or stressed out. Poor little guy.

I took him and got Husband from the service (luckily we were in the back row), and we went home. Gave the baby a little Tylenol and put him down for a nap. He was totally fine an hour later and remained so for the rest of the day, was just a little clingy with me.

And then came “bedtime snack” time.

And he barfed all over me as I picked him up to feed him.

Oh joy.

Back to square one.

But he seemed fine after that. He ate his snack and went down for bed like a champ. Slept like a rock, and is back to his happy, bouncy self this morning.

Kids. What a mystery.

But I’ll never forget that moment in the church hallway, when I took him in my arms and he snuggled into me like that. How precious. I cherish those moments. I always will.