The dreaded baptism. I tossed and turned all last night. I could barely sleep. Thank God it is over. The church was the worst and instead of it being 20 minutes, it started late and was more like an hour! I would rather have swallowed glass for one hour. It hurt so much to be there. It was like 90 degress here and humid. The church started late. My husband was upset for me and really did not want to go either. My daughter knew nothing, so she was looking forward to it. To make matters worse,there was only one other baby being Christened with her and her name had to be Gianna-that is what I so wanted to name my September angel baby. When they announced that, I started to tear up. I missed my baby all over again. Seeing that other woman upt there holding that baby was torture to me. It was just plain wrong. I hope I can move on now that the event is over.
I tried to act as best I could. I made a big chocolate chip cookie for dessert and decorated it and took lots of pictures. I can only fake a smile on occassion. I was full of pain, and I found it very upsetting-especially the church part.
The worst is over, I guess. My friend's older daugher is 9 and she never sees or hears from her Godmother, another friend she so wisely choose. My friend did the same thing years ago. She got married and had one girl be her maid or honor, 13 months later she had her older daughter who is now 9 and she picked another woman to be the Godmother. Neither of those woman talk to her much and rarely come to any of her parties. Now I know how the first maid of honor feels.
Where I come from, you pick your best man and maid of honor to be godparents of your first born-assuming they are catholic and that you are on good terms with them. I stick to my theory which happens to be a common one. My sister and brother in law waited 10 years to be godparents to our daughter. I would not have it any other way.
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