All posts tagged: anxiety

Fit for Conversation

Gym for me looks like this… Lycra on, shoes on, grab drink bottle, towel. Buckle kids in car, drive fast, not too fast, park, unbuckle. Run, one on hip, other dangling on arm, through doors, hello, recite membership number. Childcare, sign-in, kiss, close kiddy gate. Late, sorry to instructor, find cross-trainer, calm heartbeat. Move as instructed, when instructed, as fast as instructed, silently, watching clock on wall, counting down. Leave. (Repeat twice a week.) So you can appreciate my shock when veteran gym instructor Jodie gave her Monday and Friday classes a good old kick up the behind – no push-ups involved. She did it like this: she made us talk. To each other. It’s been happening for weeks now. Every class, she rattles our phobia of mingling with other people by giving us five questions to ask – and remember – of the people on our left and right. She tests us at the end, so participation refusal would be embarrassing. Not an option. Between the usual fitness directions of “On your toes!”, “Activate!” and …

“Hair Brushed and Bra on Before Noon… it’s Going to be a Great Day!”

One day at a time. Such sweet little words. Never have they brought such perspective and relief as now; juggling the energy of an adventurous three-year-old son with the three-hourly feeds of a three-month-old daughter. Do you know, this ‘one day at a time’ philosophy has brought such immense peace despite all the uncertainties of taking a newborn home; despite sleepless nights, reflux, colic, the endless washing and becoming a target for the three Ps (poo, pee and puke!). In the midst of those frazzling, early-hours-of-the-morning scream sessions, when I’ve wept with frustration and fatigue, I’ve been able to sooth the brain spasms with phrases like, ‘tomorrow’s another day’, and ‘one day at a time’. As a side note: fellas – when your significant other is having a meltdown because the baby just WILL NOT SETTLE, you might be interested to know that a baby’s cry triggers the release of the hormone prolactin in mums. Prolactin (aka ‘the mothering hormone’) gives us the urge to soothe baby, and meet his or her needs. We go …