But since I have no one to help me and my baby constantly needs care, sometimes I had no choice but to take him with me to the workouts.

In the group, the girls were understanding: sometimes one of them would take the stroller or play with the baby while I tried to do at least part of the exercises. Their support was priceless to me.

But one day, something unpleasant happened. I was holding my son in my arms and trying to do some light squats when he suddenly started crying. I tried to calm him down — I rocked him, held him close, whispered to him — but he wouldn’t stop.