poor Nick

I'm afraid my little guy has hit his stranger anxiety stage and it hit hard today and I feel awful about it.

I took Nick with me to church so I could play at bells and he could hang out in the nursery (Adam and Megan spent some good time together). He was in there for nearly 2 hours and when I got in there at 8, the look of relief on the nursery attendant's face made me want to cry. I guess Nick had been crying nearly the entire time. I feel just awful about it. It took over half an hour for him to calm down enough that we could get him to eat and then go to sleep. Poor little baby. :( I won't be bringing him back for a good long time. I just feel so guilty...