In the six and a half years that I've been a mom, I've had my share of moments where I felt like a really bad mami. But if someone were to ask me about my absolute WORST mami moment, I'd know exactly what to answer. Like most of these moments, it occurred fairly early into my journey as a first time mom. My daughter, Vanessa, was barely a year old and what happened was so terrifying that months after the incident I cired every single time I relieved the moment. In fact, I'm shuddering just thinking about it now.
It was a day like any other toward the end of the summer. My daughter and I had gone to the store to get some diapers. My husband was at a job interview, so I was driving his old minivan, which I wasn't really used to driving at all, so he could drive my new car. I got out of the car and, for someone unknown reason, I hit the lock all doors button before I closed mine. I walked around the back of the car so I could get Vanessa, and I immediately realized I'd left my purse with the keys inside the car I had just locked.
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I frantically started trying every door to see if perchance one was unlocked. Of course, none was. I tried to keep as calm as possible so as not to scare my daughter, but she must have sensed something was terribly wrong because she started crying, which only made matters worse. Crazily enough, although I had left everything inside the car, I did have my cell phone with me.
Looking back, I realize I should've just called 911, but I called my husband instead wishfully thinking that he'd be nearby and would come to our rescue. He wasn't, and he immediately told me to call 911 or to break one of the windows with a rock or something, so I could get to our daughter.
I'll never forget that call to 911. I tried to remain calm, but I'm sure I was wailing while I told the operator what I'd done. I took the fire rescue a couple of minutes to get to the parking lot where I stood outside my car trying to appease my daughter through the window. A few seconds after they got there, she was in my arms again. I held her as tight as possible and asked her–and the fire fighters–to forgive me for being the worst mami in the world!
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