22 June 2009

Mommy Brain

I think all mother's understand the incredible, delusional, upside-down, bottom-side-up phenomenon known as "mommy brain" or "baby brain" if you will.

For me this started a mere 30 seconds after Tyson was born. I could not remember my name, where I lived, who my husband was; you know, the highly important information that you need to answer before being discharged from the hospital. I was even more amazed after getting home (and by the way I delivered Tyson in San Antonio though we lived in Las Vegas, so we drove home when Tyson was 4 days old and what normally took us about 21 hours to drive took us 30 hours with a new, newborn and a nursing mommy. Yeah, fun.) that what normally is a fully functioning brain had turned to absolute mush.

It should have been no surprise to me that this last week the memory skills that I normally pride myself in were gone. Disappeared. Finito. Out the window. Au-vi-da-sen. I have no idea how to spell that but it sounds nice doesn't it? And distinguished. And international. See, there I go again.

Here is a sampling of my mommy brain from this last week:

  • After searching for my cell phone I finally gave up figuring that someone was bound to call me at some time and I would hear it and find it, unless my phone was on silent and then I was out 'o luck. Luckily someone did call me and low-and-behold, my phone was in the refrigerator. And it still worked.
  • After a particularly long night with Tyson, I went to make breakfast. This was a comedy of errors. I began by putting cream cheese on a frozen bagel and THEN putting the cream cheese laden popsicle in the toaster. After realizing my wrongness, I quickly popped the bagel out of the toaster and put the toaster under the faucet to clean it. It still works. Giving up on toasting anything, I filled a bowl with cereal and took the milk out of the fridge. As I was pouring the dairy, Tyson look at me and quizzically asks why I am pouring orange juice in his cereal. Alright, enough of that. Two down. Searching for anything else to feed my son, I grab a bag of chips and declare, this morning you can have whatever you want.
  • When brushing my teeth, I grab the toothpaste and put it on my toothbrush. Man, this feels weird. It's at this point that Stuart walks in and asks why I am putting shaving cream on my toothbrush.
  • Upon waking up on Saturday, I did a mad dash to get Stuart's Father's Day cards on the table before he woke up. I had the boys ready and rehearsed on saying, "Happy Father's Day Daddy!" I was prepared and he was going to love it. Too bad I was a day early. At least I wasn't a day late. (Oh man that just made me think of being pregnant..which I'm not, I just had a flashback. Remember Stuart had the 'ole snip, snip so unless I have a miracle baby this family d-o-n-e.)
I am amazed that I haven't done more permanent damage to myself.


Amy said...

There must be something in the air. I've had MAJOR mommy brain lately too. Here's hoping it subsides a little soon!!

Brittany Skloss said...

Sounds like Mommy needs a nap. It's for the good of all- appliances and electronics included!