I remember the day well. It was a Saturday. I’d started it drinking raspberry leaf tea and ended it eating spicy lamb chops, hoping desperately that one of these things would kick start labour before I went in to be induced.
In between the old-wives tales, my husband and I spent several hours at a car dealership, test-driving an SUV we were looking to buy for the sole purpose of being able to drive around with our kelpie and our soon-to-be-born kid at the same time.
Neither the tea nor the chilli worked but we did end up with a new car. And this car has HEAPS of toys in it, but not for the reason you’d think.
You see, the most important toy in the car stays with the car at all times. He’s a shaggy bear who’s aged nearly 40, called (imaginatively) “Big Ted”. One of my childhood bears, I retrieved him from my parents’ house after my son started childcare. His sole reason for being, now, is to warn my sleep-deprived brain that my son is in the car. Big Ted is my furry guardian to help prevent “Forgotten Baby Syndrome”.
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Wow. How did sleep-deprived mothers cope for decades before this teddy thing? I truly think it is so sad that someone thinks that this is necessary and that further, they are even boasting about it. This is nothing to be proud of, on the contrary. I would be mortified even admitting this or putting my name to it. I just shake my head at some people these days. There really should be an exam to be a parent.
It sounds like you were fortunate enough to have children that slept.
I think any article that can raise awareness about Forgotten Baby Syndrome and put it on mums radars is a good idea.
How do you know mothers were coping well decades before? Infant mortality was higher than now you know. Anyway, this author is just taking precautions. Just in case. She might not even need to go to such length, but better safe than sorry right?