As I contemplate leaving this home we have lived in for the last 5 years, my mind has been overflowing with memories of laughter, love, tears, joy, friendships, sorrow, fear, and other feelings that have filled these walls and made it our home.
So. Please indulge me as I take a walk down memory lane and share my thoughts with you over the next 2-3 weeks.
It was a normal morning. The 7am alarm clock (two kids crying) awoke me and started my day. The smell of pancakes filled the air and my lips still felt wet, remembering the kiss my husband gave me as he rushed out the door to work. As I layed my 7 week old baby on the boppy, to give him some "tummy time," my sweet 2-year old, Taylor, was also pulling at my nightgown begging me to retrieve her Care Bear toy from the car. After laying that cute baby on his tummy, I walked out the kitchen door, and into the garage to retrieve the much needed toy.
As I attempted to re-enter the house, the door was locked! I was in my short, ugly, nursing nightgown, in the garage, barefoot, without a bra on, and no keys to unlock the door. My 2-year old had locked the door. As I tried to talk to her, through the door, and explain to her that she needed to try to unlock the door and let mommy back in, all she could say was "hee hee, not yet mom."
I completely panicked! Two children under the age of 2, alone in the house. I opened the garage and ran around the back of the house to see if maybe one of the doors or windows had been left unlocked or open. As I peered through the window, Taylor was dancing around, and Luke (on his tummy) was crying and sliding farther and farther down onto the boppy. I began to scream and cry. I thought my baby was going to suffocate! I ran back to my car hoping my cell phone had been left in it. Sure enough it had. As I called Devon, screaming and crying (totally hysterical!), I continued to try and coax Taylor into unlocking the door...she couldn't do it.
By this time, Luke was completely face down into the boppy. Devon had turned around to come home, but was still quite a ways away. He told me to break the window. I grabbed a loose brick from our planter and pounded it into the window several times. It didn't break as easily as you see it happen on t.v. After breaking the window, I squoze myself through the tiny hole, cutting my feet and legs, to rescue my baby. As I picked him up, he was breathing and asleep!
As I sat on the floor, crying, and cuddling my babies, Devon raced through the door. At first, all he saw was me, still crying hysterically, and blood all over the floor. He thought for sure someone had died. Once, I settled down, he realized we were all o.k.
That is definitely a memory that cannot be forgotton about this house. The screen in the back window is still torn and we keep a hide-a-key in case a similar incident should occur. Needless to say, someone was definitely looking down on us and watching over us that day!
So. Please indulge me as I take a walk down memory lane and share my thoughts with you over the next 2-3 weeks.
It was a normal morning. The 7am alarm clock (two kids crying) awoke me and started my day. The smell of pancakes filled the air and my lips still felt wet, remembering the kiss my husband gave me as he rushed out the door to work. As I layed my 7 week old baby on the boppy, to give him some "tummy time," my sweet 2-year old, Taylor, was also pulling at my nightgown begging me to retrieve her Care Bear toy from the car. After laying that cute baby on his tummy, I walked out the kitchen door, and into the garage to retrieve the much needed toy.
As I attempted to re-enter the house, the door was locked! I was in my short, ugly, nursing nightgown, in the garage, barefoot, without a bra on, and no keys to unlock the door. My 2-year old had locked the door. As I tried to talk to her, through the door, and explain to her that she needed to try to unlock the door and let mommy back in, all she could say was "hee hee, not yet mom."
I completely panicked! Two children under the age of 2, alone in the house. I opened the garage and ran around the back of the house to see if maybe one of the doors or windows had been left unlocked or open. As I peered through the window, Taylor was dancing around, and Luke (on his tummy) was crying and sliding farther and farther down onto the boppy. I began to scream and cry. I thought my baby was going to suffocate! I ran back to my car hoping my cell phone had been left in it. Sure enough it had. As I called Devon, screaming and crying (totally hysterical!), I continued to try and coax Taylor into unlocking the door...she couldn't do it.
By this time, Luke was completely face down into the boppy. Devon had turned around to come home, but was still quite a ways away. He told me to break the window. I grabbed a loose brick from our planter and pounded it into the window several times. It didn't break as easily as you see it happen on t.v. After breaking the window, I squoze myself through the tiny hole, cutting my feet and legs, to rescue my baby. As I picked him up, he was breathing and asleep!
As I sat on the floor, crying, and cuddling my babies, Devon raced through the door. At first, all he saw was me, still crying hysterically, and blood all over the floor. He thought for sure someone had died. Once, I settled down, he realized we were all o.k.
That is definitely a memory that cannot be forgotton about this house. The screen in the back window is still torn and we keep a hide-a-key in case a similar incident should occur. Needless to say, someone was definitely looking down on us and watching over us that day!
14 comments:
OH my word!
What a story! I am so glad you and your kids are ok. How scary that must have been.
Yes, someone is always watching over us. How thankful we can be to know that!
That is scary! It's amazing how a crazy story like that becomes part of your home and one of the reasons you are attached to it. I still feel very attached to the home I grew up in. The longest I've lived in the same house since being married has been three years, so I haven't really grown attached to any of those homes. As a military wife, I think I'm more attached to my furniture, because no matter where we end up, once the house gets unpacked with "my stuff" it feels like home. I look forward to hearing your other house memories in the next few weeks!
Oh, that would be SO SCARY. I can't even imagine. And poor Devon when he rushed in and saw the glass, blood, and you in tears. Oy.
I'm sad you're moving from SD. At least ONE of us should get to enjoy that beach!
Jacob locks me out of the house all the time! You'd think I would learn and not leave them in the house alone! Thankfully I've never had to break a window, I don't think I would have been brave enough to do that! Way to go! (I was crying about your baby in the boppy! They are a lot more resiliant than we think!)
Yeah...I remember the day that happened. I don't think Parker knows how to lock the door yet, luckily. I cried reading this post...totally brought back memories!
I cried too. Sheesh!!! This better not be how all of these are, I don't think I could handle all the tears, I hate crying.
Oh my goodness! What a crazy experience. I've heard the 'kids locking doors' has happened to a lots of people, just not the baby lying on his face part... that was scary!!
Oh what a memory, I am glad everything worked out okay, but it always stays with you.
Oh my gosh! That is one of the worst/best stories I have ever heard. I would have freaked out too. I can totally imagine it. You probably thought the baby would suffocate. I've never broken a window before. I bet it was so scary. Good memory though. I can't wait to hear the other memories.
I'm totally crying after reading that story! I can just picture the panic of realizing the door was locked!!! You are a brave, wonderful mom! What a memory!
Whoa! That would totally scare me so bad! I am so proud of you for breaking the window and climbing through getting all cut up! I'm so glad everything was ok!!
I remember that day. It's hard to imagine you putting a brick through the window and then climbing through cutting yourself in the process. It will be fun, and heart renching, reading your memories.
My heart was just pounding reading this!!! What a scary experience for you!!! (and so well written)
It must be sooo hard to leave the house that you have been raising your babies in and watching all of their firsts!!
what a terrifying experience! It makes me all panicky just reading it. Kedrick has locked me out of the house a few times. I think I better hide a key somewhere...just in case!
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