I was about eight months along with Sean. It was a bright, sunny Saturday afternoon. The Husband and I were exhausted and decided to take a family nap with Evan. Well, Evan woke before we were ready to end out nap. He crawled out of the bed and down the stairs. Not unusual. He just usually played with his toys, drinking his juice, waiting for his Mama.
But five minutes later, we heard him crying for me. Not a pain cry. But a panic, distraught cry. We both jumped out of the bed and rushed out the door. The first thing we noticed was the front door was open. I jumped back into the bedroom because I had only a bra and pants on. I threw on a shirt as The Husband ran down the stairs, jumping the last couple. I flew down the stairs at top pregnant running speed.
The crying continued.
We ran out the door. But there was no Evan. The crying was further away. The Husband started searching. I calmed down (Focus, Fae, focus) and listened. The crying continued, but it was behind me and distant. So I turned around and followed the sound.
The Husband yelled that the garage door was open and ran to check it. I went back inside following the noise.
To find Evan crying on the back porch at the locked French doors. He couldn’t get back into the house. I opened the doors and threw my arms around him. The Husband came around the side of the house, informing me that the back door from the garage to the backyard was propped open. I picked up Evan and held him.
The Husband: I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life. Fae, he could have ran out in the street and been hit by a car.
Me: No. He wouldn’t have. Evan doesn’t go in the street.
The Husband sighed with relief.
Me: But there was a yard sale on the street earlier, and there are a lot of strangers. Someone could have taken him and been gone. How would he have stopped them? Or he could have wondered down the street and become lost. Or he could have eaten any rat poison that might have been left out. If the lock on the tool cabinet isn’t locked, he could have gotten into any of the cleaners or poisons in there. Or he could have tried to get something out of the pool or decided to go in it and fallen. We don’t have a pool fence yet. There is a lot of trouble he could have gotten into.
The Husband’s face lost all color.
The Husband: I’m calling the pool fence company right now. Where’s that number?
Me: Let’s also promise to check the doors to make sure he can’t get out without us.