I was so proud of myself for finally getting out of the house for a “Baby and Me” yoga class at our local studio. I’ve gotten a pack of class passes to encourage myself to go, but so far this has proven difficult.
I even made it there without being quite as late as in past classes, quickly checked in, and walked into the class...where three women sat with no car seats or babies in sight. What they did have in common were varying degrees of pregnant bellies. Oops.
As I stammered out my realization that I’d made a mistake about the class timing, the instructor kindly offered for me to stay, and the class participants said they were fine with us being there.
So I sat down and set the baby in his car seat in front of me. Almost immediately, he showed signs of hunger, so I picked him up and began to nurse him as the instructor led us through the initial mindfulness exercises.
She encouraged the pregnant women to connect with their inner selves and babies, and in that minute of silence the only sound to be heard in the room was “slup, slup, gulp, slup...” and then the unmistakable sound of infant “productivity.” The baby, who has generally fit remarkably well into diapers without issues, needed a complete outfit change after this, which I stepped out to do.
In the “Baby and Me” class, at any given time a baby will be getting changed or soothed, but these women were taking some much-needed time for themselves before they had their babies, so no need to subject them to my baby’s diaper problems. I later learned that they were going to be second- or third-time moms, which made me feel a little better in some ways, but worse in others—while they could relate, they totally deserved this time away from babies!
On our return to class, the baby was decidedly unhappy to be there and too frustrated to nurse, so I stepped out again to stand and rock him in the hallway until he was calm enough for me to return and get a few poses in...before he wanted my full attention again. Hustle baby out, rock, return, repeat.
Out of the 75-minute class, I think I got a good 15 or even 20 minutes of yoga in, so maybe it’s not as big a failure as it could have been. The instructor said I could stay through the class I’d intended to join, but both of us were more than ready to get home and relax on the couch.
What about you? I’d love to hear about your “oops” moments in the comments!