Tuesday, February 7, 2012
My 4 Minute Nightmare!
Two minutes later I come out to my oldest daughter telling me in a panic, “Ilyas is missing. I don’t know where he is!!!”
I threw my water bottle in the grass and took off running at full speed down the sidewalk desperately trying to catch sight of my 3 year old son. I made it around the corner on the street behind us but still absolutely no sight of him - I was screaming his name over and over. I immediately called 911 on my cell phone because at that point I was dreading the worst - he had been kidnapped.
My daughters came following me on their scooter and bike - I told them to ride as fast as they could around the block to go look for him. I turned around and ran in the other direction again. At this point I was seriously panicking and I was outraged that I couldn’t get a 911 operator when I called - after 2 minutes I was still on hold! 2 minutes feels like eternity when your child is no where to be seen!
Finally, a minute later, I caught sight of my little man riding his bike down the street in the direction of our house... PHEW! I hung up the phone (still never getting an operator). I was flooded with relief and anger - I was angry with myself because I really should have known better than to leave them waiting for me - especially knowing my son has wandered off a few times before since he was 6 months old.
Five minutes later a 911 operator calls me back - it took a few minutes for her to understand me because I was so incredibly out of breath and I was talking soo loud, I assured them everything was okay and my son was safe and sound. Praise God (Allah)!
No need for the "Worst Mother of the Year 2012" award - I already feel incredibly terrible!