You hear the stories of people forgetting about their babies, and you think, Who does that?
Um, me, actually. That’d be me.
I’ve never actually left her somewhere, per se, but there have been some close calls. Today included.
When baby Peony was a wee two weeks old, my parents flew out for a visit. I drove them to their hotel and got out of the car.
“I’ll come inside with you to check in,” I said to my dad.
“I’ll stay in the car with the baby,” my mom said.
Oh right. The baby. The baby is in the car.
Earlier today I asked my husband if we should take advantage of his rare weekday off and take our toddler to see the Alvin and the Chipmunks movie.
“You can take her, if you want,” he said. “I’ll stay home with Peony.”
Ah, yes. The baby. I forgot about the baby.
She’s just so sweet. And so quiet. Did I mention she’s so quiet?
Nothing tragic has happened, thank goodness. But Peony has been forgotten, or forgotten about, more times than I care to admit publicly. I suppose I can blame it on Mommy Brain, if Mommy Brain is what it means when you’re on the verge of erupting because you work from home 7 days a week while also caring for two kids under the age of 4 and do most of the cooking, shopping and house-related paperwork. Something’s got to give, but it seems a shame that it would be the baby.
I keep making plans in my mind and forgetting to include her. Because she’s so damn sweet and quiet. The squeaky wheel gets the grease. And apparently it doesn’t get left behind when the family goes to see a movie.
Be honest: Have you ever forgotten about your baby? Even for a minute?
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