[blparent] A Little Scare

Fri Oct 15 23:52:48 UTC 2010

A friend of mine got out of her car to get the mail and her toddler pressed
the button and all the locks came down.  Well now you know it, the car is
running and mom is locked out.  She ended up having to call the fire Dept to
open her cardoor.   V

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From: blparent-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:blparent-bounces at nfbnet.org] On
Behalf Of jill
Sent: Friday, October 15, 2010 1:38 PM
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Subject: Re: [blparent] A Little Scare

Oh my bless you!  I just  know that God kept you all safe and calm.  I live
in Alabama in a pretty crime free town, so I rarely lock up until bedtime,
but that is an awful experience for you.  I did have a similar story to my
oldest.  His dad and I are divorced and he had gone for a visit when was
about 6.  I and my new husband at the time had took a taxi up town to walk
around and window shop.  My son's dad allowed a family member to drop him
off and we were not home yet.  I returned shortly maybe 15 minutes later and
My poor little boy jumped into the taxi and clung to me thinking I had left
him and moved away.  I was so mad that the family member did not walk him to
the door and be sure we had returned, since I took the time to call his dad
and explain that we were going out but should be bak by the designated time.
The family member dropped him off early.

-----Original Message-----
From: blparent-bounces at nfbnet.org [mailto:blparent-bounces at nfbnet.org] On
Behalf Of Jo Elizabeth Pinto
Sent: Friday, October 15, 2010 12:52 AM
To: NFBnet Blind Parents Mailing List
Subject: [blparent] A Little Scare

Sarah and I had a little scare this evening.  I'm writing about it in hopes
that it might save someone else the trauma.  We're none the worse for wear,
but unexpected things can happen so quickly you wouldn't believe it.

We went out on the front porch to brush Ballad, my black Labrador guide dog,
who is shedding right now like there's no tomorrow.  We'd been out there a
half hour or so, with the front door standing open, and Sarah was playing
with the combs and brushes.  She had wandered in and out of the house a few
times, so I didn't think anything of it.  But then she went in and, quick as
a flash, pushed the big wooden front door shut.

Click!  The door was locked.  Sarah was in the house by herself.  I was on
the porch with Ballad, but with no harness or leash, no keys, and no cell
phone.  Sarah soon got upset, banging on the window by the door and crying
for me to let her out.  I was stuck.

I always carry a spare key with me, but it was safely in the diaper bag,
which was in the house.  One other person who lives in town nearby has a
key, but I had no phone to call her with.  I went to the nearest neighbor's
house and pounded on his door, but he wasn't home.  I didn't want to leave
Sarah alone to go further, looking for another neighbor and not able to be
quick about it with no cane or dog, because I thought it would be worse for
her if she was by herself and couldn't see or hear me.  Gerald was due home
in about a half an hour, and I knew it would take nearly that long for my
friend with the key to wake up since she works nights, drive over to my
house, and let me in.  So I decided that the best plan was to keep Sarah
near the window where she could see me, and where I could hear her and know
she was all right.  If it were going to be longer than a half an hour, I
would have gone as far as need be to find a phone and called my friend or
the police department.

Let me tell you, that was the longest half hour I've ever lived through.
Sarah was crying and yelling inside the house the whole time, begging me to
open the door.  I just kept as calm outwardly as I could and talked to her,
tapping on the window so she would look out at me and telling her that
everything would be okay, that the door was locked and I couldn't open it
but Daddy would be coming home soon with the keys.  Inwardly, I felt like I
was about to lose my mind.

Gerald arrived as expected, and Sarah was fine.  She was easily consoled,
but she was pretty clingy all evening, and she's woke up calling for me once
already since I put her to bed.  (Boy, does that make me feel like the
mother of the year or what?)  All's well that ends well, but I can say for
sure, I'll be having another key made this weekend and hiding it somewhere
outside.  I've never felt so helpless.  I wanted to smash through the window
and get inside to my crying baby any way I could.  I'm feeling weepy just
thinking about it.  I'm already a plan for everything type, thinking of what
could happen and bringing extra stuff with me just in case, but I'm sure
I'll be even more that way for some time to come.

Jo Elizabeth
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