I was planning on sharing more about how Child Watch at the gym had been going once we got to a good place with it and I had a true experience, with a hopeful happy ending, to share. Instead, looks like you are getting a Half Time update.
I started Kenley in the Child Watch program (free babysitting at the gym) when Ashlynn and I were taking her Mommy and Me gymnastics class. Aside from the time always falling when Kenley should be napping and leaving her to cry a bit in exhaustion each week, she's good, the staff in the baby room (appear) to adore her despite the fact she's not always100% happy bones while there. Ashlynn has become very familiar with the routine and the Child Watch wing.
A few times, I would show her the "big kid" room and even entered a few times for her to see the instructor who is incharge there, hoping it would be a tiny bit familiar when I did finally cut the cord. A few weeks ago, I tried just that. Fifteen minutes. We dropped off Kenley first, then went over to the "playroom", which is what I started calling it at home when asking if she wanted to go to the gym and go to playroom? She only knows going to the gym for gymnastics or the playground, so I hoped calling it "playroom" when telling her "no, we aren't going to gymnastics today" would still help her feel excited since playing was involved.
We walked in and she was immediately distracted by all the children playing and toys laying around. I pointed some things out and told her I was going for a run and that I'd be back. I'm not sure if she even heard me, but I decided this was my easy out. Of course, as soon as I shut the door, I was afraid that maybe she really didn't hear me and to her I snuck out on her. I obsessed over this my entire fifteen minute run.
After my run, I came down to the room and saw her through the window near by and she wasn't crying. I thought, oh she's doing okay and snuck out so I could grab my wallet to reward her with a smoothie. After, I went right back because I didn't want her to think I abandoned her, and thats when I saw she was still by the door. My heart sank as I realized she probably was waiting there the whole time for me to return. I walked in and she burst into tears. The staff said she was okay. They took her to play on the playground, but she wanted to go back in and while she didn't cry, she asked for me a lot. Her tears upon seeing me were probably from relief. They also warned me it'd probably be harder the next time. We picked up Sis and I got her to calm down outside on a bench. I asked her if she played and if she had fun and in true parrot fashion she told me "playroom fun". Good. Nothing a little brainwashing hopefully can't fix.
We tried again the next week. As soon as I left she started to cry and I walked out not looking back. My heart broke over and over, but I knew she'd be okay. When I came back I scanned the room for her and the worker sitting near the door asked if I was Ashlynn's mom and pointed to the corner. Poor girl stood in the corner with her sippy, snack trap, and snoopy the whole time and would start to cry if anyone talked to her. They said she was good otherwise, but once again, she broke down upon seeing me (this time I was only gone for about a 10 minute run, I knew it'd probably be the hardest time and wanted to make sure she was relieved that I did, in fact, return and return quickly).
We had our final day of gymnastics last week and I decided since we have two weeks off until it starts back up, I'd boot camp her. Going once a week isn't enough to get her comfortable. I went Monday and Tuesday this week. Both days were the same. I dropped her off even though as soon as she entered the room she turned around crying for me. On Monday I tried to let her know I was going for a run and I'd be back, the main instructor asked if I wanted her to take her, I said yes. She picked her up and I walked out. It felt so so cruel, but I knew it was band aid we needed to make it fast. Staying in there trying to make her calm down would only drag it out, make it worse and potentially work up other children who may be upset too. I arrived back after 20 minutes and she was sitting at a table watching Sofia. Of course, tears of MOMMY! ensued , but they said she had calmed down immediately and just watched TV the whole time. The next day was almost identical except they asked her if she wanted to play on the slide and had store her belongings in a cubby when she said yes, but as soon as she got outside she changed her mind and cried and went back to watching tv until I got there.
So there's our gym update - play by play style. Hoping when we return back today there are even less tears and maybe by next week she'll actually enjoy herself. I know I'm starting to enjoy my runs again and would love to be able to build her up to an hour so I can take a class. Next week I plan on leaving for 30 minutes and up to 45 minutes by the end of week. Hopefully it'll be enough time for her to venture into playing with toys or going on the playground and actually having real fun so she can look forward to going. She did want to bring home a Mickey Mouse camera the teacher gave her, so maybe having some favorite toys to return to will help.
We took yesterday off for Kenley's 6 month check up. It was a big day. Ashlynn was also scheduled to get a make up short for a booster that has been out of stock since her 18m appt. My anxiety built each day and by Wednesday morning, my stomach was in knots over how she was going to handle the shot. Two months ago when we had her ankle looked at for a possible fracture, she flipped total shit when the nurse took her temperature. Her temperature. In her ear. So just like at her two year check up, we first made the nurse take Bunny's temperature in his ear before taking hers, and after Kenley had her check up, the doctor listened to Ashlynn's heart and lungs. Which she seemed to think was the bees knees.
Then it was time for shots. I asked for Kenley to go first because I assumed she'd be quicker to calm down and I could take a crying Ashlynn out after hers with promises of cake pops and probably a new toy out of mom guilt at "red store". Kenley got her shots, only crying after the second and then calming down quickly. I told Ashlynn it was time for hers and whipped out the Mickey Mouse band aid I packed with me in hopes to make it more fun (they only have boring brown aids). I told her she could hold my hand, but she chose to hold the band aid. She watched the shot go in, flinched her leg, and looked at me and said plainly "hurt". She watched the nurse finish and handed her the band aid when asked. I'm pretty sure after that she even picked my jaw from off the ground.
Not a single tear.
She didn't fight sitting on the table. She didn't need to hold me. She didn't scream in pain or cry because of what I let the mean nurse do. She just said "hurt". We agreed and said "Yes, shots can pinch, but all done now". And let her go pick out her own Doc McStuffins sticker.... with a smile on her face.
And she still got a cake pop, just not a new toy.
I couldn't be more proud of her, she's a rockstar. Now, if only I can manage to pick her up from Child Watch with a smile on her face, she'll be a superstar!