Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Worst Two Minutes of my Life

The doctor informed me that yes, my little one had early bronchitis.

I took the prescription from her hand and off we went down the hall.  But not before my eldest had to weigh himself.

43 pounds.

Of-course because his big brother did, my little guy had to step on the scale too.

33 pounds.

As I picked up my youngest to head to the pharmacy within the building I turned to take hold of my eldest's hand.

He wasn't there.

"Adrian!"  I called out.


No where.

I walked back down the hall way peering into the rooms where patients were waiting to be seen...




Not there.

He's never just not there.  Especially in public places.

He's got to be around here.


A nurse approaches me..."My son...he was just here and now he's just disappeared...." a sound of disbelieving nervous laughter bubbles out as she quickly walks away to help find my son.

The mounting panic could be contained no longer...I practically ran through the maze of halls in the walk-in clinic with my 33 lb child in my arms, looking in every room, calling out his name.



No where.


I must've said his name about 20 times.

Sprinted through the halls about half a dozen.

The longest and most horribly panicked, nightmarish two minutes of my life.

And then.

I turned a corner and there he stood.

All smiles.

"He was standing in front of the candy in the pharmacy across the hall."  Said the kind blonde woman who just saved me from having an all out nervous breakdown.

I became that mother.

"Don't you ever do that to me you hear me!??  You scared Mommy so badly!  I had no idea where you were!  Don't DO that again okay?  Promise me!"

I practically yelled at him as I pulled him out of the doctor's office, an awful mix of feelings in my gut.

Relief, anger, relief, adrenaline, relief, embarassment, relief.

Thank God he was okay....

Thank you God.


jen@ living a full life said...

That is such a scary thing! I'm glad that your child is ok and unharmed.

Kristi said...

Isn't that a horrible feeling! I've experienced before with my kids...I left one at a gas station...but that's a post for another day! :)
I am so happy he was safe and sound...and that you were able to wrap your arms around him!
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Shell said...

So scary! I'm glad that he was okay!

Robin (noteverstill) said...

We lost our three year old once at the play museum. Total heart-stopping terror. She was fine, of course, and had just wandered into another exhibit area, and climbed up a play structure where we never saw her. I'm glad you had a happy ending :)

Kristy said...

I was so glad you titled it the worst 2 minutes because then I knew all would be ok! Had me scared for a moment. Nothing compared to what you went through!

Ado said...

I can't tell you many times I've had this same experience. It might last 30 seconds or less but still: it's horrible. And for some reason my mind always goes straight to THE WORST. I am hyper-vigilant and never take my eyes off of them. I still hold their hands even if we're crossing our own driveway for Pete's sake.

Remember when we were kids and we'd just disappear into the woods...for the entire day, come back at dinner time? Boy are those days over.