As part of my never ending quest to keep my mind in a state of “happy” (or more specifically, keeping the postpartum blues away), I’m making a real effort to exercise 3 to 4 days a week. For me, regular exercise keeps does more for my brain than it ever will do for my body.
So that’s why baby Paul joined the YMCA on his six week birthday. I got the clear from my doctor to start exercising, and without skipping a beat, we went to the gym. Extreme? Maybe. But I just knew I needed to do this for myself, not to mention the people who live with me.
Taking a newborn to the gym didn’t come without worry.
I’ll admit to having anxiety about putting Paul in the care of someone other than myself or my husband at such a young age. And additionally, the thought of exposing him the other toddler germs did frighten me. But in the end, my reservations didn’t stop me.
My rational was this:
It’s only an hour. I’m right in the adjacent room. I trust the staff, and gave them instructions to get me the minute he starts to fuss.
I’m not going to extremes, but my routine is a couple miles on the treadmill, 20 minutes on the bike (where I cool down and read a chapter on my kindle), and then a couple reps of ab work. The whole workout takes a little over an hour.
And honestly, 9 times out of 10, he stays and sleeps in his car seat the whole time we’re there, out of the reach of the other children.
Looking back, if you would have told me 8 years ago when I was a first time mom that I would be that woman taking a newborn to the gym, I would have called you crazy.
But here I am, bringing a newborn to a gym. And I’m OK with it. No doubt, Paul is my 4th baby, and it’s starting to show.
How about you? Do you bring your baby to the gym with you?