Sometimes it feels like, from the moment you get pregnant, your mind (and your body) starts playing tricks on you.
Sometimes it feels like, from the moment you get pregnant, your mind (and your body) starts playing tricks on you. Not surprising then that such a phenomenon has a well known shorthand: baby brain.
We’ve all heard the stories of women putting their car keys in the freezer or a jar of mayonnaise in their shoe cupboard. Indeed, it was on the back of such tales that I thought I’d got away pretty lightly up to now – forgetting the odd word, failing to recall whether I’d restocked the changing bag - not much different than normal to be honest (except that I never had a changing bag before I had a baby).
Second time around, it’s a different story. You see, I think I’m suffering from an enhanced strain of baby brain – boddler brain: shorthand for baby and toddler brain, brought on in circumstances where one has simultaneous responsibility for a baby and a toddler, usually resulting in lack of sleep at night and no rest in the day.
Now, I will admit, this is a self-diagnosis - I turned to the internet for help but it seems that boddler brain has not yet been coined as a term to describe this phenomenon - time for that to change, I say, there must be more of us out there.
With that in mind, here are a couple of my early symptoms in case you think you or a loved one could be suffering from the same malady.
First was the occasion when I got to the end of my (very long) road with family in tow, looked down at my feet and realised I was still wearing my slippers. A new postnatal fashion in the making, perhaps? I thought better of it and swiftly headed home to change, this time without the distraction of baby and toddler.
Then came the morning I went out in the garden to hang some washing out, only to find yesterday’s washload hanging limply on the line. What’s next, I ask?
Clothes in the shed and a watering can in the wardrobe?! Stay tuned for further “boddler brain” updates… (If I can remember them).