Flexibility training

Right now Sweet Pea is sleeping. I don’t know how long she will stay asleep (I never do), but I am going to try and type fast and ignore the laundry that needs folding, the thank you notes that need writing, the pump parts that need washing, and all the other myriad tasks I never get to because I have a baby attached to my boob most of the time…

Speaking of, since my last post, I’ve become a pro at nursing on the fly… Now I’ve nursed in the car (front seat and back seat), under a tree, at a restaurant, while getting my hair cut, in the Target dressing room, at a track meet, at the Boom Room (which by the way has awesome toppings, but sub-par fro yo… It’s too watery for my taste and there are not enough low-fat options, mainly no-fat options, which always taste too healthy), and at the movies (both in the theater and in the lobby).

About that; the crappy part of going to the movies with Sweet Pea was… basically everything. Except the ice cream I ate during the movie. That was good. I had her in the Sleepy Wrap and I had watched a You Tube video before we left the house on how to nurse a baby while wearing it. That wasn’t really the issue. The issue was that I was being hyper-vigilant about Sweet Pea and whether she was on the verge of fussiness, because I didn’t want to be that person, the one with a crying baby in a movie theater. Because a month ago I would have been all, “Really, who does that? Who brings a newborn to a movie?” (Someone who is breastfeeding their baby and really needs to get the hell out of the house but hasn’t pumped enough milk to leave her with anyone else). Between waiting for her to fuss, getting her on my boob, and avoiding ruining the movie for the other movie goers, I saw about 50% of the movie.

That said, Dan and I rochambeau’ed to decide whether we were going to go to his preferred movie (The Lorax) or mine (Friends with Kids), and he won. So at least I didn’t miss any of the movie I wanted to see. Ok I guess I missed all of it, but you get what I mean.

And if you are wondering why we thought we could enjoy a movie with a newborn, it’s because my friend said I would. I know, I know, if my friend jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge, would I jump too? (At this point, I really couldn’t say. I’ve been doing all kinds of stuff I never imagined, i.e. enjoying talking to other women about what their kids are eating, how and when their kids are sleeping, and their kids’ preferred temperature for bathwater). But my friend has been right about every other aspect of parenting we’ve discussed so far, so I thought I would just go with it. She told me, “Newborns love the movies! She’ll sleep the whole time.” Or not… As I am fond of saying, sometimes you’re the hammer, sometimes you’re the nail.

Since giving birth, I haven’t been allowed to work out, as far as any swimming, biking, running, Zumba, weight training, or plyometrics. However, I have been getting my ass kicked by Flexibility Boot Camp. If motherhood has taught me anything so far, it is how to be flexible. And how it is possible to divide the tasks of showering, getting dressed, and eating breakfast into about 89 different segments which take 2 hours to complete. By the time Sweet Pea goes to college, I should be able to do this:

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Metaphorically, that is.

2 thoughts on “Flexibility training

  1. Anonymous says:

    You did not mention the other baby topic . . . pooping. There can be much discussion on sights and sounds of the process as well as the noxious product and disposal of the same.

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