All were awful but Twickenham was the worst.
Buggies were not allowed in and my youngest had to be restrained most of the time because she had breathing problems and used oxygen for even a mild cold. She was fed through a tube directly into her stomach until she was 2 years old.
It was very hot and we found a spot on the grass outside the main stadium but could hear the tannoy. We had got nicely settled when a bro came along and said we couldn't sit on the grass we had to sit on the tarmac. By lunchtime the tarmac was melting and was stuck to our lovely brand new clothes bought especially for the assembley.
Because it was so hot Emma was drinking far more than usual and soaking her nappies right through to the buggy every hour so I quickly ran out. We had been "encouraged" to come by coach so I was only able to bring what I could physically carry. One coach was sufficient for 4 congregations so clearly very few took advantage of that fine direction and took their own cars instead.
When the tarmac was very obviously getting damaged by not just me but others too the brothers said we had to go into the stadium or out to the field used as car parking where there was grass but we couldn't hear anything. I went out to the field on my own.
Only a handful from my cong went on the coach and I never saw anyone else there I knew. It was the loneliest I had ever felt in my life with 2 miserable kids and no friends or anyone to help me.
The next day I arranged to meet another Mum there who also had two kids to see how she managed. After an hour her Mum took one of the kids and her brother and his wife took the other so she could go inside so I get left alone outside again.
After lunch we were told we could sit on the grass but I felt so ill from too much sun and struggling with a six month old and a 4 year old who then decided to run off as I was trying to move everything. We found her an hour later but it was hell and I felt like I was the worst mother on the planet for not controlling her and disturbing people by asking if they had seen her.
As I made my way back to the coach at the end of that second day I had already decided I wasn't going on Sunday.
The next week at a meeting an elder's wife who saw me struggling at the assembley mentioned she was shocked no-one offered to help me. I wish now I had asked her why she hadn't if she had seen me.
All of them were awful though.
