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jessamin_yoga

Yoga teacher & Professional Dancer
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JESSAMIN YOGA & PERFORMANCE
When you mess up the bedtime schedule but the show When you mess up the bedtime schedule but the show must go on... Backstage during the opening night of Rigoletto Photo @joecoyne
Not pouting at all 😆 Looking forward to gettin Not pouting at all 😆 Looking forward to getting back to @RoyalOperaHouse the second performance of #Rigoletto tonight! #RoyalOperaHouse #london #backstage #rohrigoletto
Opening of Rigoletto last night. The first full th Opening of Rigoletto last night. The first full theatre at ROH since March 2020. My first performance as a mama. And a red head. Oh my, it was something special. (📷: Ellie Kurttz/ROH) #rohrigoletto #royaloperahouse #london #dancemama
2 years ago today, in London rehearsing for our @r 2 years ago today, in London rehearsing for our @royaloperahouse Faust tour to Japan... I might not be heading out for post rehearsal Prosecco this time round but am still repping this Faust tour bag for our Rigoletto rehearsals - it’s a total Mary Poppins number... rehearsal clothes, tennis ball, theraband, snacks, water bottle, coffee mug, breast pump... and maybe not a cuddly toy but almost definitely a Sophie La Giraffe 😆💁🏼‍♀️👏🏼 #throwbackthursday #dancemama
Moving. Returning. Dancing. The first day back in Moving. Returning. Dancing. The first day back in rehearsal after becoming a mama felt. so. good. Yes, it was hard and strange to be away from my family (and with a whole other sad story to do with the milk making) but the actual time in the studio, in my body... it was incredible. A gift. Warm up classes just to settle in and (re)connect with my body - not just a snatched moment during nap time - Being back in a room of inspiring, supportive dancers, actors, singers, creatives. Holy moly. T H A N K Y O U First run through on stage tonight... @royaloperahouse it’s good to be back ♥️
Working and milk making. I had so many replies to Working and milk making. I had so many replies to my stories on Monday I thought I’d (over) share again here, as perhaps someone can learn from our mistakes... sharing is caring and parenting is one big trial and improvement... or trial and error and improvement in our case. In the run up to starting back to work and full day rehearsals, I’d been trying to get my head around how much milk she’d need whilst I was away... I read all the blogs, several times. It seemed that having a frozen stash for the first day / emergency top ups was the thing to do, so I dutifully started pumping and freezing sporadically about a month in advance... When the Sunday before THE Monday came @joecoyne and I had talked through every little step, every what-to-do-if, and thawed more than enough for the first day ‘just in case’... So off I went. Separated for the longest time in 6months (+9months on the inside). Papa ready to love and hold and play and feed her until we were reunited in the afternoon. But it was all wrong. She wouldn’t drink one drop from the bottle. She was sad and frustrated and would only settle to the beat of her papas heart and feet... so he walked the 7km from Battersea to Covent Garden with her on his chest so she could feed with me at lunchtime. And then walked the 7km back. But again, back at home, she wouldn’t drink one drop of milk from the bottle. I’d had the most incredible day back in the studio but my loves had been struggling. It was all wrong and it was utterly heartbreaking. I ran through the door that night and we melted into each other... she caught her breath and fed and fed until we bathed and fed and fed until she slept. I’m so sorry, I love you, I’m here. I went to the kitchen to wash up and smelled the milk... not quite right... and tasted the milk... like vomit. So strong I couldn’t wash the taste away. (Continued in comments)
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