Eagerly anticipating our first class, Jackson and I returned to Yoga Tree Valencia, where just weeks earlier, we had completed our prenatal yoga series. It seemed that every mother in San Francisco had the same idea as me today. Floor space was rapidly disappearing as mother and baby pairs filtered into the once tranquil studio. The final count was 29 mama/baby couples, which was twice the usual amount! I had expected a much smaller group for our reentry, but I went with the flow and quickly secured one of the few spots left. I set up my mat with a blanket in front for Jackson and began nursing. Looking around the room, I imagined that if I could manage to relax into at least one pose amidst the wild baby energy, I could do most anything.

As if on cue, a delightful chorus of newborns wailed as older babes harmonized with coo's and ah-goo's. I laughed at myself for actually thinking it would be otherwise. The chorus was music to Jackson's ears, as he sweetly drifted off to sleep. I gently laid him down on his blanket and settled into Savassana. Soon after, I noticed that my neighbor was reaching her hand toward Jackson and trying to soothe him. I immediately sat up and was amazed to discover that the cry I had been hearing was from my baby!

Jackson nursed for the entire rest of class, which had only just begun. I watched the other women workout and hoped I could remember at least one pose to do at home. Sadly, my vision of fitting into my size-4 jeans was fading. As the babies wailed on, I noticed that our instructor, Jane Austin , didn't miss a beat. She simply raised her volume when necessary and reminded all of the nursers that even though we weren't doing the poses, we could still be very present in class. How? Kegels, kegels and more kegels—ugh, wasn't I done with those?