Baby groups
So we are heading towards the 5 month mark and have finally found something to take Oscar to that we have successfully made it to more than once!
We are out of the newborn stage and into a different stage, Oscar changes everyday, I can successfully wash and almost dry all of my hair 8n the mornings and he's loving his first tastes of food. BUT it was still just him and me!
After a traumatic experience of a mother and baby group where no one spoke to me and I spent 15 minutes rocking back and forth in the corner, whilst Oscar slept and various too happy religious songs blasted out into the run down church hall full of toddlers and some very dated and slightly manky toys(Not to mention the very clichy psrents) we decided to hibernate for the rest of winter. Preferring long walks in the woods on our own instead.
Our next experiment was a sensory class. Great in theory. The reality was an hour of torture. Crammed into the corner of a cafe too many of us like sardines in a primary coloured hell. This was an exhausting class where the main objective seemed to be stressing both you and baby out. Objects were whizzed vaguely in front of my child's face (while I wore a silly hat, tried not to be blind by the blue laser show projecting stars everywhere) just as Oscar took interest in said object it was time to move on to the next thing to be waved in his face. All the while the group leader shouted songs and instruction over the top of the too loud, too jolly kids cd and tried not to have a mental break down! Oscar cried. I tried not to!
We actually paid for a second class and I was too scared to go...
We spent another few weeks researching on the Internet trying desperately to find SOMETHING!
Eventually I stumbled upon monkey music. I attended, fighting my anxiety that he would hate it and I would hate it. But miraculously he loved it!
We went back AND signed up to a term. Don't get me wrong I still spent the whole session with the rising fear that he will suddenly scream and everyone will look at me and I'll get flustered, making him flustered and he'll scream more resulting in us both running home for a cry and some chocolate....
However, it seems to be exactly the thing we were searching for. Developmental activities, optional singing swaying towards the musical side instead of the manic nursery rhymes or jesus songs, a long time for Oscar to explore the activities but short enough that I could keep him relatively stress free for the duration.
Yay go us we have a thing!
...swimming next. I am about as enthusiastic about squeezing my post baby melon shaped body into a swimming g costume as I would be about attending the jesus baby group again..
We are out of the newborn stage and into a different stage, Oscar changes everyday, I can successfully wash and almost dry all of my hair 8n the mornings and he's loving his first tastes of food. BUT it was still just him and me!
After a traumatic experience of a mother and baby group where no one spoke to me and I spent 15 minutes rocking back and forth in the corner, whilst Oscar slept and various too happy religious songs blasted out into the run down church hall full of toddlers and some very dated and slightly manky toys(Not to mention the very clichy psrents) we decided to hibernate for the rest of winter. Preferring long walks in the woods on our own instead.
Our next experiment was a sensory class. Great in theory. The reality was an hour of torture. Crammed into the corner of a cafe too many of us like sardines in a primary coloured hell. This was an exhausting class where the main objective seemed to be stressing both you and baby out. Objects were whizzed vaguely in front of my child's face (while I wore a silly hat, tried not to be blind by the blue laser show projecting stars everywhere) just as Oscar took interest in said object it was time to move on to the next thing to be waved in his face. All the while the group leader shouted songs and instruction over the top of the too loud, too jolly kids cd and tried not to have a mental break down! Oscar cried. I tried not to!
We actually paid for a second class and I was too scared to go...
We spent another few weeks researching on the Internet trying desperately to find SOMETHING!
Eventually I stumbled upon monkey music. I attended, fighting my anxiety that he would hate it and I would hate it. But miraculously he loved it!
We went back AND signed up to a term. Don't get me wrong I still spent the whole session with the rising fear that he will suddenly scream and everyone will look at me and I'll get flustered, making him flustered and he'll scream more resulting in us both running home for a cry and some chocolate....
However, it seems to be exactly the thing we were searching for. Developmental activities, optional singing swaying towards the musical side instead of the manic nursery rhymes or jesus songs, a long time for Oscar to explore the activities but short enough that I could keep him relatively stress free for the duration.
Yay go us we have a thing!
...swimming next. I am about as enthusiastic about squeezing my post baby melon shaped body into a swimming g costume as I would be about attending the jesus baby group again..
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