11.30.2007

Rescue Me

(this is long, but totally "blog worthy")


It's Friday. Fridays are supposed to be chill, fun, and stress free...right? Am I missing something today? Sure Blondie was up between 3 and 4 am saying "have to" over and over, and The Man flew to Nor Cal for a meeting early this morning, but it was supposed to be one if those "chill" Fridays. I thought I had all my bases covered. Blondie was going to play with Audrey while I went apartment hunting. We are all ready to go at 9 and not bad timing if you ask me, but where the crap is my phone? I'm looking everywhere I can think of before I instant message Mandy to see if she can call it. She calls and incidentally, it had fallen out of my pocket in her car. It's okay though, Mandy calls Tiffany and we are out the door.

After casually viewing 6 apartments in the pouring rain Mae and I were about to pick up Blondie. Thankfully the baby is sound asleep and hasn't minded too much that she has been strapped to her seat for the past 2 hours. I click her seat into the back, throw my keys up front, shut the door, and wait...what...it's locked? Why is my door locked? Are you kidding me? All the doors are locked? I have locked my little baby in the car. Of course, I don't have me phone, and The Man is in California.

Frantically, I run into the random leasing office and explain my situation. My heart begins to race and my hands start to tremble. She gives me the yellow pages and a phone then goes out in the rain to check on sleeping Mae. The yellow pages are a blur to me and the writing blends together. I call Eric and he can't talk. He tells me to call a locksmith. The locksmith on the phone tells me that Volvo's are extremely hard to get into and suggests that I call the police. What? The Police? Yeah, right. There has to be another way. I try my insurance agent...answering machine. Isn't this why we have an AGENT! "Like a good neighbor?" I call Volvo, but we are not under warranty. With all my resources exhausted I call the Police and talk to the dispatcher. The leasing agent comes in and tells me that little Mae is awake and screaming. She gives me an umbrella and I go out to stand by my car with my screaming baby trapped inside.

She is bundled in the only winter coat I have for her the hood is on her head. I know that she is sweating to death as the tears are pouring down her cheeks and her legs are frantically kicking. She is hungry (it's been 4 hours). My heart breaks as I feel totally helpless. Minutes pass and I eventually see a police car pulling in to the parking lot. A short manly-looking woman pops out and I am not relieved. She informs me that she has no tools, but someone is coming. She says that had it been summer she would have busted my window. Really? As if in (112 degree) Phoenix weather I wouldn't have? She checks all the doors and I am totally annoyed. We stand in silence. Then here it comes....



Yes, the fire department in a big red truck. Four huge guys jump out. One is carrying a case that he pops open. In my sad situation I almost laugh. If it weren't for my screaming baby in the car I would have. It's hilarious and I don't know what to do so I put my umbrella over his head. At one point I swear I saw him hold out his hand and say "Scalpel." After trying to hit the unlock button and pull at the handle, another guy gets a wire and grabs my keys off the seat. He pulls them up and wedges them out the forced opening. I swear that my window is going to shatter. The door pops open as I shove my way to unlock the back and rescue my baby. She is sopping with sweat, hungry, and has a nasty diaper. She shudders and I kiss her all over.

Of course the fireman can't leave it at that. I can't just have a happy reunion. I get a lecture. A huge one about how I need to run right to the hardware store, get a copy of my key, and a magnetic box to put it in. Again, about how if it were summer there would have not been much time. I know that he is required to give me a talk so I just nod my head.

Before taking off, I change and feed the baby. When I come to a stoplight water pours in from above and can see the sky through the seal of my door...great.

15 comments:

Lewieville said...

Oh my gosh!! Now I am so scared, lately I have been seeing startling similarities between our lives, I have to go pray right now that THAT won't happen to me. Hayley, your first mistake... never think its EVER going to be a chilled day. At least its over now.

Janet said...

I'm so sorry you had such a rough day! Don't worry tomorrow will be a better one.

Lori said...

NO GOOD! That is so scary. I'm so glad it all turned out. I locked COhen in a few weeks ago. He couldn't get out of his car seat by himself and his big head was stuck as he was squirming out the bottom. He was sobbing and finally got out. Just to go sit in the front seat and pretend he was driving! ergh! It took 5 more minutes just to get him to push the button.

I'm jealous that you are moving. We just signed another year lease. Boooooooooooo!

sheena said...

Oh Hayley. I'm so sorry you had to go through this!! What a horrible thing....although I have to agree the vision of four big firemen jumping out of a FIRETRUCK all for you is a big funny! Wear they decked out in all their gear??

Did you find an apartment??
When are you moving??

Thanks so much for the photography link--love it!

Eric Gardiner said...

Who wants a picture of the fire truck? Where's the picture of the firemen??

Tiffany said...

Ok, fine now I feel bad that I wrote the last comment as Eric, I'll 'fess up. It was really me.

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Taylor Tree said...

awww man. that sucks!

CChristianmomma said...

Oh man! i feel for you and Mae. That was rough. And a lecture to top it off-like you did it on purpose. What a moron! Oh, i throw my keys on the seat all the time, so i think i'll rethink that idea. well, I'm glad all is well now, except for that hole in your car. I miss you commenting on my blog, lady! What's up?

AHEM said...

Eric was Heman and bent the door back with his bare hands. yay!

Chy & Justin said...

Ok so I thought this was you but after reading this blog I KNOW it's you!!! Wow that really sucks but just think you can tell that story at your babys wedding, wink, wink! So where do you live? or I guess you are moving?!? We obviously need to catch up! See ya Chy;)

Josh & Tiffany Roundy said...

That totally sucks. I can imagine how you must have felt. I almost did that once with Arlie in the car but luckily one of the doors was still unlocked. But for a second my stomach went into my chest when I thought it was locked. Hope all is well. I tried to email you but it came back for some reason.

Carly said...

Oh my gosh Hayley that is crazy!! Can I tell you that I locked my keys in the car just about a month ago right AFTER I got Cadence out. I was like, "Holy crap what if I had left in there????" I can't imagine. I'm glad everything's okay now but seriously-that sounds kind of nightmarish!

Kiersten Matt Ezra Eliza said...

I did the exact same thing when Ezra was about a month old, in the freezing winter. I don't think I handled it quite as well as you did, I was freaking out! The police couldn't do anything for me though, I had to get the locksmith, who didn't answer the first time I called them...Ezra was out within 20 minutes, and suprisingly was not screaming- which was a first for him at that point in his life! Now I never let the keys out of my hands, but that spare key idea is a good one.

Mitchel said...

You had a very uncomfortable situation. Emergency locksmiths are playing very important role. my sister locked her 2 year old son in the car at church. luckily the locksmith company office is right next door. Another case, I locked myself out of my apartment. And I called to locksmith company. They said that locksmith will come in 30-40 minutes. He came and opened my door in 10 minutes. So, the locksmith was very handy for me in this tight situation.
Glad that everything finished ok.

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