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Back to the Gym

I made such a huge step today by putting my sweet princess in the daycare at our gym so I could go to Zumba class. Now, before I play this off like I was perfectly fine with it, I should explain how it really went.

I cried before I left the house, I cried again in the car as I drove very slowly and reluctantly towards the gym, and then I cried again at the gym when I walked out of the daycare from leaving her with the mean old sitter.

Well, the sitter was actually in her early 30's and was very sweet. But still. I'm sure she isn't good enough for my little angel... :)

So, I made it through the hour-long class and only checked on her twice. They came to get me at the very end of class because she was ready to nurse. And it's a good thing they did, because my milk had letdown about 2 minutes before that and I was aching!!!

On a side note, Paisley slept 12 hours the night before last and only ate once during that time. Let me tell you how badly my boobs hurt when I got out of bed!!! It was hard to even carry her to the living room and then I pumped 10 ounces... So there is a disadvantage to sleeping for a long stretch. Who knew?

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  1. Yay! Good for you!!! That's a huge step. And 12 hours?? Wow. :-)

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  2. Good job to you. I know how hard it is to leave your baby in general let alone with someone you don't know. I'm glad it worked out ok.
    And yay for sleeping so long, even if it did hurt. Its good news to know that she will be sleeping good when she's done nursing at night.

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  3. Good job getting back to the gym! I'm sure it was a big step leaving her for the first time, but I'm sure it will get easier (and you may even begin to enjoy a little baby-free break one day). Also, 12 hours?? Not so good for your boobs, but a miracle for the rest of your body, I'm sure!

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