Climbing with the baby

Getting the opportunity to climb has been hard. Our baby is unpredictable, barely sleeps in the day unless she’s asleep on my chest which doesn’t really allow for climbing… But we go when we can. Usually once a week. Like everything else we’ve found a system: we boulder and pass the baby between us, rope with a sitter who is at the wall or leave her with a sitter for an hour and rope. I long for a time where she’ll join in and we can all go together! The reality is far from what I imagined, hours spent bouldering each week alone this winter whilst the baby sleeps snug I’m the pram by the mats. Not gonna happen!

I’ve managed to get some sort of standard back. I have some of my strength, just lacking a bit in my super stretched out core and my fingers! I am missing endurance too but that won’t be back for a while, I don’t go often or for long enough to get that back just yet. I have some of my leading confidence back. I think exercising until the end of my pregnancy helped. I was at aqua aerobics the day before I went into labour. I love exercise.

Taz goes occasionally without me, this is his time to spend all night chatting and working routes. When we go its just climb, climb, climb. No time to ponder on a harder route. We squash everything we can into that hour!

Sometimes I go on my own during the day if I have a sitter. By sitter I mean Laura or my mum. My sitters have allowed me to continue being myself, to stay sane and feel good about myself. How people manage without good people around them I don’t know? They do have a gym crèche but I couldn’t think of anything worse. Half the time I’m crying when I leave her with Laura or my mum, probably more than half the time. Pathetic really! But it’s the breastfeeding aspect. She feeds sporadically and not from a bottle so I worry when I’m not there. So I prefer to have her with me just in case.

I have also managed to fit a few classes in to help with fitness, like a toning class or body pump or circuit training. So normally I get 1 class and 1 climb in a week. Doesn’t sound much but it makes all the difference to me. Also managed a 20 mile bike ride a few weekends ago (left baby for 1 hour 40 mins which is the longest stint yet). Considering Evelyn is only 4 months and typically seems to time her most horrific sleeps to the night before we’ve arranged to climb, I’m doing OK. I climb with bags under my eyes. I’m probably unsafe to belay! And yep I have a wobbly belly where I carried Evelyn for 9 months but the weight has gone and I couldn’t be happier. I could be spending this time catching up on sleep or doing housework but this time is precious and I’d rather climb. It makes me happy.

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