Yesterday I had my 18month old niece along with my 2 year old Gavin and my 6 month old Ian. When I put my Ian down for nap, I decided to take the older two outside to play to get some energy out. So I put on my bikini in hopes of working on my tan while they played! I had the baby monitor outside with me so that I would hear when Ian woke up. So when he wakes up, I gather the older two and we go to go inside to get him.The door is locked. My heart stopped, but I thought "NO WAY!" and tried again FUROCIOUSLY! It really was locked. So I allow myself about 30 seconds of panic and then I calm myself down a little and try to think of what I am going to do. I run down the stairs both my niece and my son in my arms around to the gate. We share a fenced in backyard with the other four townhouses and another section of 5 townhouses. The gate is padlocked and about a foot taller than me. I think of climbing it, and trying to get into my van to hit the garage door opener, but what am I suppose to do with the two kids in my arms? So I run and knock on three different doors with no answer. By that time I am completely out of breath and freaking out. I can hear Ian screaming on the monitor. Then I remember that I have chili on the stove, and carrots in the steamer (to make ians dinner later) So then I start REALLY freaking out thinking that the house is going to burn down with him inside. I think nobody is going to get here in time, so I call 9-1-1 thinking they are probably going to take my children away and put them in foster care because I am too stupid to deserve to keep them, but I feel like it is a matter of life and death for my beloved angel stuck inside the house. The fire dept gets there is 5-10 minutes. It seemed like forever, but I know if was very quickly. They get inside the house, and go through to let me in through the back door. I am still in my bikini. I dart past them (two kids still in my arms, all but throw them onto the couch and dash upstairs where my Ian stops screaming as soon as i pick him up. He feels perfect in my arms. Two firemen follow me into his room to check on him. When I hold him out to check him out he gives me a reassuring smile. I follow the two firemen downstairs where the third had stayed with Gavin and Lilly. I'm balling my eyes out standing in my bikini. They get my information, and reassure me that it was not a waste of time and that I am not an idiot. After they leave I cry for about 30 minutes, send my hubby a text asking him to call me when he gets a chance (he was at work.) and finally when he calls me maybe 10 minutes later and he calms me down reassures me that I am not dumb, that I did the right thing and that he would have freaked out too I am able to sit Ian down and wash my face off. Gavin holds my face in his hands and says "mommy otay?" I say yes and he gives me a big hug.
I still feel like the worst mommy ever. So many coulda, shoulda, woulda.. coulda checked to make sure the door wasn't locked (gavin likes to lock the doors) shoulda had my keys outside,.. i didn't even have anything to break the window with. It was the most helpless I have ever felt, and I will be paranoid forever about it.
What is your worst mommy ever story?