I awoke to screaming this morning. Not sad, come-get-me-out-of-my-crib, whiny screaming but full blown bloody murder screams. This used to happen nearly every morning, back when Caden was teething, but not anymore. All three kids wake up happy, talking to each other until I come in to get them up. So, I quickly filled their sippy's with milk, and headed into their bedroom to see what was going on. As I opened the door and turned on the light, I noticed Caden was on his back with his right leg through the bars of the crib. I shushed him, told him Mama was there, that he would be fine, and tried to push his leg back through the bars. It was stuck, right above his knee, and I couldn't get it to go back through. I started to panic around this point in the chaos, he wouldn't stop screaming, and I was afraid he'd re-broken his leg or something, seeing as how when I pushed on his leg it made his scream harder.
I had NO IDEA what to do. I grabbed the phone, called Carl, asked if we had a hand saw that I could cut the crib bar with. He replied that no, we did not, and what on earth was I going to saw? I practically screamed the story out to him, while frantically trying to figure out what to do. I was crying, too, by this point and envisioning a call to the police. Carl said he'd be here as soon as he could, but he works about a half hour away and based on Caden's screams, I was sure death or something worse was imminent so I decided to take care of it myself. With a serrated kitchen knife. I sawed at the bar as best I could, and when I realized I couldn't get all the way through, I kicked it. Yes, I am just that stupid. The bar flew off, bounced off of Caden's cheek and hit the wall. As it bounced off his cheek, he screamed harder and louder, which made me cry harder as well as feel like I was having a heart attack. Although, as he saw his crib bar heading at his eyes I'm sure he probably had one too.
Clearly, I do not respond well under pressure. What kind of demented individual KICKS a bar at their child's face? Well, me, apparently.
Thank God I didn't gouge his eye right out of his head. He has a bruise on his face, which I'll show you later, but other than that he's fine. Well, physically. Emotionally, he may need therapy after this day.
After this, we snuggled in the recliner until Carl got home to check his leg out. He decided it was fine, then went to fix Caden's crib. It's duck-taped, by the way. I should show you that, too.
We have physical therapy at 11:00 on Friday's, so after breakfast and dressing everyone, it was time to go. Carl took Caden out to the Suburban while he fixed their DVD player, and then put him in the car. It was running. Also, it was locked.
Yup, now my son was locked in a running car. A car to which we oh-so-smartly only have one set of keys.
As I'm calling a locksmith, Carl is trying to get Caden to push the window button with his foot. He does this every once in a while, but mostly by accident. He can't reach it with his hand, hence the foot. However, he was just staring at his dad as if his body had been invaded by an extraterrestrial, because WHY COULD HE NOT JUST OPEN THE DOOR LIKE USUAL?
The locksmith was so friendly and understanding, but since Lakeside has nothing, we had to call one in Kalispell. After 10 minutes or so, Carl came running in, said Caden had rolled the window down a little bit, and he had then stuck some stick or something in to roll it down the rest of the way. So now that the doors were unlocked and the child free, we phoned the locksmith again to say that we didn't need them to come afterall. We offered to pay for their gas, since they had to be nearly here, but they said that if a child is stuck in a car their service is free. Seriously, this was the bright point in our day.
Everything has since calmed down, we actually even made it to therapy on time. Crazy, huh? I'll post some pictures later to further share this ridiculous situation.
At least our therapist's seem to trust us, and didn't turn us in. That would've added an element that was missing from our lives!