Normally, and I say that lightly and mean when Heather is NOT seizing, we have a bit of a plan.
We get up at an unGodly hour, and I stress myself to death to get everyone ready all by myself. Every minute detail, every hairbow that snaps, every shoe that is lost-it's always something no matter how well you plan the night before. Then Dh goes and takes the two older boys (11,9) that serve, as well as my youngest son. That one at 7 sits with his Nouna who babbles in Greek when he gets out of line. Thankfully that rarely happens anymore, we have been doing this over 4 years now.
I don't even have to look back to give the evil mommy's look anymore.
Dh has Heather, who cannot comprehend to be quiet and pay attention and sometimes get's upset. He will take her out and downstairs where we have a live feed, and rock her until it's time for communion in that case.
I have the 2yo and the 4yo in the bench with me, and usually sit down due to both my spine and holding a heavy nearly 3yo for two hours is beyond my physical ability. She wiggles and battles me at times, or messes with my 4yo, but that's fixed pretty quickly.
Dh comes back up in time for Communion, and I get to lift to the younger girls while he contends with Heather's special needs. (like she doesn't understand she can't reach for the chalice and drink an extended draught) She is 5 1/2, 40lbs and in Stage 3 Rett-quite a handful on her own.
If I didn't have dh for her I would hang up my hat and resign.
Her godmother chants and everyone is too elderly to contend with her. We have no choir for me to be part of, but they did just ask me to teach sunday school!!!
And that is a sunday morning for us. One set of services just about does me in, but truthfully I would go more if we had it.