Dom and I are chatting on instant messenger and he asks if we received a FedEx package today. I popped my head out the front door and, sure enough there was a package. I stepped out to grab it and the front door slammed behind me: Bella!
I was annoyed but not worried until I tried the knob and it didn’t turn. Evidently the front door locks automatically.
Bella started screaming as soon as the door shut. She hates when I’m on the other side of the door.
I felt like screaming too: “Bella! Bella!” I pounded on the door. But of course she couldn’t manage the knob or open it. Panic! I don’t have my keys or cell phone in my pocket. My baby is all alone in the house and Dom isn’t due back for at least 2 hours.
I know I locked the back door when I put the stroller, abandoned after the toe incident, onto the porch before I went down for my afternoon nap.
Can I break into the house via a window? Fortunately it’s summer and most of them are open. Most of them, though are very high up. The house has an elevated foundation and both front and back porches are reached by stairs.
I ran around the house, looking at every window with a new point of view: that of a housebreaker. All of them are impossibly above my head. Meanwhile, Bella is screaming inside the house and my heart is pounding. Adrenaline is pumping.
Finally I come to the back porch and the small window above the kitchen sink. I can reach that one if I overturn the empty flower pot. I pull up the screen. So glad it wasn’t locked. Carefully but quickly removed all the bottles on the windowsill, setting them on the counter at either side of the sink. Calling to Bella all the while who I can still hear screaming in the living room: I’m in here, Bella!
I am so glad this happened now and not in say six months when I will definitely not be flexible enough to slither in through a small window. I left big muddy footprints on the sink and jumped down to grab my daughter who had by then toddled into the kitchen, though she was still screaming, scared. I held her closely to my chest, had just enough presence of mind to reach back and close the screen before I staggered into the living room to collapse in my favorite chair and recount the story to Dom.
Bella whimpered when I went back on the porch to grab the package, foot firmly planted in the door this time so she couldn’t slam it. Good, I wish she’d be permanently scared of slamming doors—especially when mama is on the other side.
All’s well that ends well, I suppose. A big thank you to our guardian angels. And you can bet I’m never going outside the house without keys again. Even if it’s just to get the paper.