PLEASE no judgement. I am beating myself up as it is already and my husband is not too happy with me.
DCG was sleeping soundly as she has been since she was dropped off early this morning. DS was playing quietly and watching Sesame Street. I was cleaning up the kitchen. I had some garbage to take out and figured I would get the dogs some water since it was getting hot.
I stepped outside onto the patio, shut the patio door since there are tons of flys out there that have been coming in the house, and threw the garbage in the trash about 5 ft away from the door. I turned around to come back in and pick up the water bowl on the way in and my 15 month old DS grabbed the lock on the door and locked me out!
It took me a minute to comprehend the gravity of the situation. The fact that the gate to the front was locked with a padlock and the key was in the house. The window to my bedroom was shut and locked and thats the only window on the back of the house. Our fence is 6ft brick so no chance of me climbing it.
I thankfully had my phone on me and called 911 who transfered me to the Fire Dept Dispatcher. She said they would be out in a few minutes. Meanwhile, I tried my hardest to remember the number to my husbands shop (new shop so I don't have the number in my phone yet) and called. I told them it was an emergency and they dispatched my husband in from the flight line to call me.
The fire Dept turned up and came to talk to me over the fence to assess the situation. All the windows were shut and locked as were the doors. The only way I was getting in was to have a window broken or the door broken down. DH called me just then and I told him what happened and asked him to come home.
The Fiire Dept said they would wait for him to come to save me from having to have something broken and to make sure all was well. A million things were running through my head like what if DCG woke up and started crying and I wasnt there to get her up. What will I tell her parents. Thankfully DS stayed next to the door the whole time so I knew where he was but he was upset that I wasn't coming in and he couldn;t figure out how to unlock the door for me.
About 15 minutes later my DH got home and unlocked the door. The fire man who was standing next to the gate with me said I was saved! And I thanked him profusely and said how sorry I was to have bothered him but I didn't know if I would have been able to get ahold of my DH. He said not to worry its what they are there for and it happens ALL the time.
As soon as the door was unlocked I ran into the bedroom to check on DCG who was sleepying soundly still. I then went outside where DH, DS and the fire man were and shook their hand and thanked them some more.
DH stuck around fror a few minutes while I gathered my composure and calmed down and then he headed back to work.
Seriously it was one of THE worst moments in my life. It could have ended badlly I know, and I will NEVER go out there again without another way to get in the house. I didn't know my DS could even reach the lock- MY how he has grown.
So, ladies... How would you have handled this situation and the even bigger question: Would you tell DCM and DCD? If no, why? If so, what would you say?
And PLEASE no judgement. I already know I am getting the Worlds Worst Mom and Provider award this year.....
DCG was sleeping soundly as she has been since she was dropped off early this morning. DS was playing quietly and watching Sesame Street. I was cleaning up the kitchen. I had some garbage to take out and figured I would get the dogs some water since it was getting hot.
I stepped outside onto the patio, shut the patio door since there are tons of flys out there that have been coming in the house, and threw the garbage in the trash about 5 ft away from the door. I turned around to come back in and pick up the water bowl on the way in and my 15 month old DS grabbed the lock on the door and locked me out!
It took me a minute to comprehend the gravity of the situation. The fact that the gate to the front was locked with a padlock and the key was in the house. The window to my bedroom was shut and locked and thats the only window on the back of the house. Our fence is 6ft brick so no chance of me climbing it.
I thankfully had my phone on me and called 911 who transfered me to the Fire Dept Dispatcher. She said they would be out in a few minutes. Meanwhile, I tried my hardest to remember the number to my husbands shop (new shop so I don't have the number in my phone yet) and called. I told them it was an emergency and they dispatched my husband in from the flight line to call me.
The fire Dept turned up and came to talk to me over the fence to assess the situation. All the windows were shut and locked as were the doors. The only way I was getting in was to have a window broken or the door broken down. DH called me just then and I told him what happened and asked him to come home.
The Fiire Dept said they would wait for him to come to save me from having to have something broken and to make sure all was well. A million things were running through my head like what if DCG woke up and started crying and I wasnt there to get her up. What will I tell her parents. Thankfully DS stayed next to the door the whole time so I knew where he was but he was upset that I wasn't coming in and he couldn;t figure out how to unlock the door for me.
About 15 minutes later my DH got home and unlocked the door. The fire man who was standing next to the gate with me said I was saved! And I thanked him profusely and said how sorry I was to have bothered him but I didn't know if I would have been able to get ahold of my DH. He said not to worry its what they are there for and it happens ALL the time.
As soon as the door was unlocked I ran into the bedroom to check on DCG who was sleepying soundly still. I then went outside where DH, DS and the fire man were and shook their hand and thanked them some more.
DH stuck around fror a few minutes while I gathered my composure and calmed down and then he headed back to work.
Seriously it was one of THE worst moments in my life. It could have ended badlly I know, and I will NEVER go out there again without another way to get in the house. I didn't know my DS could even reach the lock- MY how he has grown.
So, ladies... How would you have handled this situation and the even bigger question: Would you tell DCM and DCD? If no, why? If so, what would you say?
And PLEASE no judgement. I already know I am getting the Worlds Worst Mom and Provider award this year.....
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