Monday, 18 January 2010
Guest post from MamaTRUE
Up until a couple of weeks ago, I wasn’t taking vitamins with any regularity, unless once every few months or so counts as a routine. Then I had conversations with a few women, all of them mothers, though some had young children and others had older kids. Just about every one of us said we’d managed to take vitamins religiously—when we were pregnant.
Somehow the health of the babies we carried inside of us was more important than supporting our own health before or after our pregnancies. Or, maybe we just made vitamins a priority for those nine months because we had something calling upon us to do so. I’m better at remembering to take my vitamins when I’m sick or have some other short term impetus to do so.
Considering I have recently lost my winter coat (permanently), my keys for two and half semi-frantic hours at a bouncy castle place, and everyday random things I need to be able to get my hands on, I’ve been thinking about memory. Rather than having to carry items on a mental to do list, I’m working on jogging my memory: put the reusable canvas grocery bags on the front seat of the car so I remember to take them inside the store, carry a container of little tissues and a tube of chapstick in the diaper bag, and put my vitamins where I don’t have to remember to take them.
My vitamins now live in the downstairs bathroom next to my toothbrush. Every morning, Cavanaugh and I come downstairs and while he watches a video, I brush my teeth, pee, and now take my vitamins. I even brought vitamins on our trip, which Cavanaugh wanted to “feed” me tonight. He volunteered to wash his hands then joked about giving me two whites or two browns instead of a brown (multi) and a white (calcium, magnesium, zinc). I’d had “Take Vitamins” on a to do list well, since Cavanaugh was about nine months old and I stopped taking my prenatals. Now, I’m actually doing it because they’re sitting right next to my toothpaste reminding me to take them.