Today, for the first time, I took Moana to the child care at the 24 Hour Fitness I belong to. Nothing like dropping your sweet little daughter off in a day care room for the first time to make a mama nervous.
I actually really enjoy lifting weights. Ok, I don't actually enjoy the act of lifting weights, BUT I think it keeps me injury free and I like the way it makes me feel afterward. So I do it when I can fit it in to my schedule.
Previously, before Moana was 6 months old and allowed in the gym day care, that meant trading in an AM swim or run workout for weights, which I was willing to do until racing season got close. Then it just seemed that swimming and running should take priority. I guess my other option would have been to go at night after Scott got home from work, but I'm trying to stay married through all this training and being away from husband both morning and night doesn't exactly further that cause.
Anyway, now that I'm back into sort of a 'base training' mode, I'm back to weight training. And its easier to fit in now because I can go mid-morning and drop Moana off in the kids room to play. I figured that she might actually really enjoy it- a change of scenery is something always good for her, and she really seems to dig watching older kids run around and play. She doesn't have any attachment issues to me either, so watching me walk out of the room hasn't been an issue (so far). I'm hoping that by starting her early with this kind of stuff that maybe the attachment issue will never actually be an issue?? I'll let you know if it works.
Anyway, even given all that, I was still all nervous for her this morning. So nervous, in fact, that I didn't even wear my iPod while I was lifting but instead just listened intently to the gym speakers in case my name was called that they needed me back in the kids room. So nervous that I whipped through my full body 60 minute routine in 40 minutes. So nervous that I hardly even remember lifting this morning because all I thought about the whole time was whether or not she was doing ok.
I should have known better. All sweaty after rushing through my workout, I opened the door of the kids room and saw my sweet little daughter happily playing in one of those exersaucer things. She doesn't have one of those at home so she was totally intrigued by it. The gal in charge said she was a doll the whole time. Of course she was.
On Friday, when I'll be back for my second weights session of the week, hopefully I will be a little more comfortable with the whole situation. Leaving your kid with people you don't know is a lot more stressful than I previously would have thought! But of course it was all fine.