Chloe with daddy’s iphone, one of her favorite “toys.”
Last week I started attending a women’s workout class that meets twice a week. After all, I only have 2 1/2 months to rid myself of some post-baby weight around the middle and fit nicely into a bridesmaid’s dress. I thought it would be a drag, but so far I’ve looked forward to those mornings. The class is upbeat, and I am not be as self-conscious as I once was. So what if I’m using 3lb weights when (almost) everyone else is using 6? I’m okay with that.
The downside of attending these classes is leaving Chloe in childcare for an hour. I’ve been told it is good for her, and for me, but so far she pretty much cries incessantly. They’ve found she’ll calm down briefly when placed in a high chair to eat the snack I leave for her, but other than that, she’s mostly just upset the entire time. It’s a shame, too, because I know she’d enjoy watching the other kids and playing with new toys under other circumstances.
This morning when I came to get her, she was being rocked in the corner by one of the other care-givers. Even if she happens to be calm when I walk in, her face usually crumples immediately when she sees me. And so it goes. Even now I smell the unfamiliar scent of perfume clinging to Chloe’s hair, and wonder what it must be like to try to calm a stranger’s crying baby among a roomful of other children. They tell me it happens, and they’re use to it, but still, it must make things harder. I am hoping that with regular attendance it might get a little easier for her. I hope.