I've had this sitting in my Drafts folder for while now, thanks to Maddy's nap-on-mom-only stage, but I'm adapting (aka, getting better at typing one-handed).
We chose the date for her Baptism well in advance due to our families' schedules, and realized after the fact that it would be Laetare Sunday. I loved this because the offertory text for that day is one of my favorites: I rejoiced at the things that were said unto me: we shall go into the house of The Lord… For a fitting soundtrack to this post, play this video while reading.
Johnny pointed out that the day's introit was also appropriate for our nursing baby: Rejoice, O Jerusalem: and come together all you that love her: rejoice with joy, you that have been in sorrow: that you may exult, and be filled from the breasts of your consolation.
Maddy's dress was sewn by my mom, and she wore a sweater and bonnet knitted by Johnny's great-grandma many years ago.
The Baptism was in the Extaordinary Form, which meant that Johnny and I handed Madeleine off to her godparents and were just observers for the whole ceremony. As a priest friend once wryly remarked, “This rite dates back to a time when they assumed both parents would be dead by now.”
That morning, I bet Johnny and Father that Maddy would unleash some sort of… baby excretion right at the exorcism (which is a truly awesome part of the ceremony, by the way). Sure enough: Depart and vanish from this servant of God Madeleine Christine. For it is He who commands thee- [unmistakable sound of diaper filling]
It was later suggested that we burn the “demon diaper.” Throwing it away in a church garbage can had to suffice.
The Baptism took place between Masses at our parish, so we all went to Mass immediately after, and then to a party with great food, lots of libations, and an awesome cake (and I don't say that lightly!).
Meanwhile, the guest of honor and new Catholic felt pretty good about the whole thing:
In case you're dying for more, video of the Baptism is here.