Welcome to Baby Brain, a space where I - Charlotte, hi! - write about my life as a mother of three small children - Poppet (m, 4 years), Pickle (m, 3 years) and Peach (f, 10 months.) Those are not their real names. These are real stories from our days.
I lost two of my sons when we went school shoe shopping which is, in case you’re not familiar, all of my sons.
Not an ideal situation, I’m sure you’ll agree.
The first, Pickle, left us voluntarily. “I’ll get school trousers if you just keep hold of him,” I’d said to my husband, wandering off before ensuring everyone had been listening to my plan, “he’s in one of his moods so be careful.” I was maniacally checking the labels on every pair of pants I could find when I heard my husband start to shout: “Pickle,” he was calling, “PICKLE!” Knowing I should be exiting stage right to see what was happening but also very aware that the trousers I’d purchased in July fell down when Poppet walked, I stayed where I was as long as I could before - grabbing the only suitably sized pair left as I went - walking into the aisle toward the sound of my husband’s voice/distress. Looking around: “Where is he?” I asked.