I had a major mommy fail yesterday.
We went to a playdate yesterday morning at one of the million pools around here. B loves the water and he loves people, especially his buddies, Jacob and Troy, so he just had a blast.
(Side note: Yesterday, as I was washing our breakfast dishes, B was playing with his trains. I overheard him saying, "I love you, Jacob. I love you, Troy." It was the first time I had ever heard him say "I love you" to anyone other than N, me, and my parents. Obviously, he wasn't really saying it TO anyone, but still. So sweet!)
Anyway, he was having so much fun at the pool that, against my better judgment, I let him play for nearly four hours before wrapping it up and shuttling us home. Little B was so tuckered out from all that hot Texas sunshine, water, and friends that his eyes began drooping almost as soon as he got in the car, and by the time I pulled into the garage, he was fast asleep.
I decided to let him sleep in his car seat while I put our wet items out to dry in the backyard sunshine. I quickly gathered up all the swimming gear, Puddle Jumper, and towels and walked out the patio door.
A gust of wind blew ... and the patio door slammed shut behind me.
Do you ever have those moments when what has just happened is just so unbelievable that for a moment, the most illogical thoughts go through your mind, because you're hoping beyond hope that this did not just happen?
I knew I had closed the garage door behind me when I pulled the car in, because that's what I always do. But I ran to the gate anyway, hoping that the garage door was open. Then I checked all the windows, hoping that maybe this was a day I would be thankful that B sometimes plays with the levers on the window locks and leaves them unlocked. Nope. Then I wondered if I could pick the lock with the grilling fork.
I'm telling you. Illogical.
Then I lost my mind and counted the hours until N would be getting home (way too many).
So I ran next door to our wonderful neighbors and asked if I could use their phone. I didn't know N's work number off the top of my head, so I dialed his cell. He didn't pick up (which he rarely does at work), so I left a "You have to come home NOW" message with the neighbors' number. I ran back to listen at the garage door, and then continued trying to somehow get the patio door open.
Not thirty seconds later, our neighbors came and found me, saying N was on his way. They kept me company, brought me ice water and fruit, offered to bring me a chair, and chatted with me to distract me from worrying, bless their hearts.
And then B woke up.
I have to say, there is nothing worse than hearing your child crying, "Mama, open door! Mama, hold me!" and not being able to do anything about it. I kept
It was the longest half hour of my life.
I found myself wishing -- for the first, and probably only, time in my life -- that he knew how to unbuckle himself so he could reach the garage door opener clipped to the visor.
I have never been so glad to see the bright blue of my husband's Subaru turning into our alley as I was yesterday. He must have hit the garage door opener in his car the moment he turned, because as soon as I saw his car, the door opened, and I literally crawled under it to get to B as fast as I could. Poor kiddo was so hot and sweaty, and his eyes were red-rimmed from crying so hard. The relief on his face when he saw me broke my heart, and as soon as I got him out of his car seat, he just wrapped his little toddler arms around me tight and put his head on my shoulder. And when he saw his daddy, he just sobbed and sobbed.
We thanked our neighbors, took B inside to cool off, and N played with him while I went to the bathroom to get my frazzled nerves together.
Once we were all calm, we went to the hardware store to get a lock box for our spare key so that this never, ever happens again. B asked if he could get a new flashlight (because he took apart the little one he had and now we can't find several of the pieces), and of course, we couldn't say no. Plus, $2 is a small price to pay for what he had gone through!
When we got home, he wanted to go next door to show the neighbors his new flashlight. He was in bed by six o'clock and slept through the entire night. I'm writing this now because he was still asleep at 7:30 this morning (I can't remember the last time that happened. He's usually up by 6:30 these days.) and then decided he was ready for a nap by 11:45.
I'm praying for more merciful grace, that he won't remember this for the rest of his life. And I am still giving thanks that the car had been turned off, that I had left two doors and the back hatch open, as well as the doors to the laundry room and kitchen, so there was plenty of cooler air circulating through the car and garage. When I think of what could have happened, if I had left the car running, if we'd had to call 911 ... merciful grace.
I held my breath this morning as we walked out to the car to go to B's chiropractic appointment. I had deliberately parked it in the driveway last night so that he wouldn't be getting in the car in the garage. I thought we might have a battle. But he hopped in without blinking, and we've had a pretty terrific day so far.