Remember when I told you about my horrible day at the mall where I accidentally locked my baby in the car?
Oh, and then was told by the police officer, before he gave me a ticket, that the fire department would have open my locked car door for me.
Well, he was wrong.
I know this because I locked Riverson in the car, again.
It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’m sure I’m not the first mom who did this twice in such a short amount of time. And, if I am, then maybe my story will help others be more careful.
Or, carry a spare key, or 5, somewhere on you.
The boys and I went shopping to get a few things at Target right after getting Riverson’s cute haircut.
As I was getting Riverson into his car seat, he grabbed my keys from my hand. He got the key fob in his hands and started pushing buttons, which included the lock button. Not realizing it, and afraid he would push the panic button and set off the alarm, I grabbed the keys from him and tossed them in to the driver seat. Then I shut the door.
I walked around to put Langston in the car and grabbed the door handle. I’m sure you know what happened.
Langston and I were both in short sleeves because the weather had been so nice that day. However, we were now in the shade and the wind was pretty cold. The temperature had dropped since we went in to Target and we were so cold standing there next to the car.
I couldn’t just leave and walk in to the store, so we stood there. I wrapped Langston up in my arms as tight as I could and we stood next to the car, watching Riverson cry. We were a sad sight, I’m sure, and all the while, I’m feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet.
Who locks their kid in the car twice?!?! Oh that’s right, I do.
Fortunately my cell phone wasn’t dead this time. I got Jeff on the phone and we both remembered that the fire department would open the door if there was a baby in the car. Or, so the nice policeman said.
I would normally never want to bring that kind of attention to us and knew there were many other more important things the firemen could be doing. BUT, Langston was sick, we were so cold, and I didn’t know how else to get my baby out.
This sweet girl saw how cold Langston and I were and gave us her jacket to wrap up in. I’m still so thankful for her.
The firetruck came and the guys said all they could do was break a window. They don’t even have the tools anymore to open the door.
Obviously, we didn’t want the window broken, so I was ready to send them on and decided we could just wait longer for Jeff to be able to get a tool and come rescue us.
The firemen were not comfortable leaving us and one of them even told me he would feel much better if Langston and I got in to the firetruck and he stood next to our car with Riverson.
So that’s what we did.
Langston wasn’t even excited about it because he felt so bad.
Jeff got there as quick as he could and had the tool to unlock the door.
I’m so appreciative of those firemen. Even though they couldn’t really do anything, the fact that they showed concern for us was enough for me. They could have easily left us there and gone on about their day, especially since I told them to. But, they didn’t. They stayed until they knew we were all taken care of.
And Riverson, he was physically fine, but I’m pretty sure he’s scarred for life now.
And me, I’ll be wearing an extra car key around my neck from now on because seriously, this is ridiculous.
I think I’ll chalk this story up to my most embarrassing “mom moment” or my biggest “mom fail.”