The church secretary had no explanation for the Mass not being listed in the bulletin, nor for why it was mysteriously moved to tomorrow instead of Thursday (something I didn't know until I called). But the good news is that she was very sympathetic to my situation. Likely because I didn't waste any time whipping out the dead baby story.
And in the end, she actually offered to move the Mass to Friday instead.
So while it won't be printed in the bulletin, it will be announced at Mass - and that Mass will be on his actual birthday.
Will wonders never cease?
Heaven help them if another clerical error screws up the announcement of his name on Friday. I cannot be held responsible for my actions should that happen. I will need a throat to throttle.
In the interim, I think I'll just keep hoping for the best.
'Cause that always works out soooo well for me.