A big moment in our house at the weekend as we converted the cot into a bed. Baby O has been getting increasingly upset being in his cot (he desperately wants to be a big boy) so we thought changing into a bed would make him feel more grown up. All was going well until about half 11 and he was up and wanting to come and find us. To encourage him to get back into bed I lay in it to encourage him in. You can see where this is going can’t you? Of course the bottom gave way and I ended up with a V shaped cot base. Just what we need at half 11 at night!
Anyways, it got me thinking. We’ve all had those mummy mishaps where things go terribly wrong and we’re left wondering what the heck to do next! So, it’s confession time. My worst mummy mishap was…. locking my 7 month old son in the car!
Obviously, not on purpose and I never left his side but there was a car door between us. It was last summer and the Olympic torch was coming to town so I’d arranged with a friend to meet up and take the kids. O was still in his baby car seat so whilst strapping him in I’d dropped my keys on the front passenger seat so my hands were free (something I always did). In hindsight I remember hearing a click but didn’t think too much of it. I closed the door and went round the car to get in. Door locked! Went back to where Baby O was, door locked! And slowly the realization that all the doors were locked and the keys were inside started to sink in.
SHIT!! (Sorry, don’t often swear, but there’s no other word to use). Thank God, the baby bag with my phone in was on the drive! Okay, sensible head on. I’ll phone hubby to come home and let me in the house to get the spare key. No answer! Plan B, I’ll phone the in-laws to let me in. No answer!
By this point it’s raining and I’m hysterical on the drive! Baby O is cozy and warm in the car, laughing at me. Anyway, after several panicked phone calls to hubby’s colleagues he was located and was in a meeting half an hour away. A stroke of luck was he had left his keys at the office which was only a short drive from our house, so one of his employees drove round to ours with his keys to let me in.
Baby O was only locked in for about 15 mins but it felt like hours and he was oblivious to the panic happening outside. It took about an hour for my heart to stop racing and about 3 months for the teasing to stop from anyone who knew.
I’d love to hear some of your mummy mishaps, please tell me I’m not the only one this sort of thing happens to. And we never got to see the Olympic torch!