Mom-nesia

I used to have a frighteningly good memory. Better than an elephant's.

Seriously. 

I could sit in meetings and whip out minutes without taking much notes. I could remember who said what and when and quote them on it. It drove my office staff crazy.

But ever since my C-section operation where I had this wonderful thing called anesthesia (or is it amnesia), I have said goodbye to a lot of things. My waistline, boobs that didn't need underwire support, and most of all, my remarkable memory.

I always used to remember names. I was good at connecting a face to a name and was never stumped for an impromptu introduction.

But these past few weeks, I have had people add me as their friend on Facebook (see, I'm not so old after all), and I could not for the life of me recall who they were. It was horibble. Even after staring at their pictures, I could not muster up enough memory to remember where I met them.

One time, I had to actually ASK. It was embarrassing, I tell you.

I recall an old Erma Bombeck strip saying, "Of all the things I lost, I miss my mind the most".

Funny, yes. But as far as new moms go, with everything we juggle on a daily basis, coupled with the lingering after-effects of c-section anesthesia, it sometimes strikes me as frighteningly true.

Lists and memo pads are now my best friends.