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The Dreaded Gym Nursery

This week I started back to the gym.  Or I should say that I tried to start back.   But you might remember that Miss Paisley never much liked the gym nursery.  She'd always decide to need to nurse or poop every time I'd put her in there.  Which always resulted in me getting drug away from my exercise class or machine to tend to her.  While disgustingly sweaty and with a heartrate of 160.

But it's been 3 months.  She's much more confident these days and doesn't mind strangers at all.  I know she loves playing with other kids and can walk around now.  So, this was going to be much better.  Let's face it, the milk factory shut down 5 months ago and she poops like once a day.  Surely we could make it through a step class.

The dropping off part was easy.  She actually took off across the room and began playing with a toy like it was the coolest thing she'd ever seen even though it's one we have at home that she ignores.  Funny how that works.  So I went to my class feeling amazed that she did SO well.

And about 25 minutes later, I get the dreaded gesture from the doorway that signaled me to leave class.  My baby was obviously having a meltdown.  And with my head held low, I hurried my way across the gym to rescue my poor baby from that bright, colorful, toy-filled room where a nursery attendant was trying desperately to comfort her.

One second in my sweaty arms and she was fine.  She even wanted to show me around in there and continue playing.  She just didn't want me to miss out, I guess.  So, I'll try again next week.  And maybe the week after that.   Eventually, this girl is going to work out again on a regular basis.  And that little stinker is going to realize that the gym nursery is F-U-N.

Side note:  not a good sign that my legs are actually sore today after only working out for 25 minutes.  :)

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  1. Maybe you can invest in a cardboard cut-out of your self to place in he nursery :) JK Im sure it will get better! Its kind of like regular daycare the first few weeks are rough and then all is well! :)

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  2. awww man! So sorry it didn't work out! Jax would NEVER have that either, so I understand. I don't even try to leave him...

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  3. Oh, and THANK YOU for commenting and telling me what Paisley was doing with her anger:). Honestly, I was getting really worried - like maybe something was wrong with Jax. I know it's crazy. But he has some mental health history in his birth family and of course my head went straight there! Wish I wasn't such a worry wart! But, hearing that my 1 year old is not the only one who gets really angry helped SO much! Thank you!

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  4. At least you got 25 minutes in, right? :) No seriously, I admire you for 1. going to the gym and 2. leaving her in the nursery. It's definitely not easy...even when they're one...and especially since you know there is a chance you'll get called out. I feel slightly nervous every time we leave E in the church nursery they're going to have to come find us. And in answer to your question, I will be working with the hospitalist group at the hospital. Interesting, huh? :)

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  5. You are so good! I just can't get motivated to get back on the treadmill. I'm trying to get Davie to make it through a whole church service in the nursery. She's slowly getting better - we didn't get called out of the service 'til the very end last Sunday! I'm hoping if we just keep consistently going, she'll get more comfortable spending time with other people than family.
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