Okay. You know how every so often you have those experiences where it was like a movie? That happened to me yesterday.
I had made an appointment for Evy's one year checkup. I decided to go alone because I thought I remembered that there wouldn't be any shots at this appointment. We usually try to go when Kurt is post-call, especially if there's shots involved, just for another pair of hands to help. But I figured I was in the clear, so I went alone.
I was pretty much rocking out to my Glee soundtrack and arrived at the doctor's office. I turned off my car. All of the following happened without me even thinking: I threw my car keys in my purse next to me, PUSHED THE LOCK BUTTON on the car door, and got out of the car to go around and get Evy. Well guess what happens when you do all of those things? The doors lock and your baby is STUCK INSIDE. Wow.
I actually didn't panic. I was so super calm. I didn't feel like waiting in the parking lot for any rando person to walk by so I could use their cell phone, so I jogged into the building (by far the most hilarious sight of the entire episode), and walked into our ped's office. I approached the desk and explained what happened. I called 911 and CALMLY explained the situation again. Quote from the operator: "Oh good Lord---we're on our way. We'll have someone right there. Don't worry. Oh good Lord." Ummm...aren't the roles supposed to be reversed? Shouldn't the operator be the one consoling the idiot mother who locked her one year old in a vehicle? Hilarious.
I jogged (hahahahaha) back to my SUV and entertained Evy through the window. I was thanking the Lord SO MUCH that the weather was beautiful. It was not hot and not cold, so I wasn't worried about her temperature. She also looked pleasant and totally unphased. Probably thinking she has the most ridic mom in the whole world.
Next thing I know, I hear a FIRE ENGINE using its SIRENS AND HORNS. I was thinking to myself...what would it be like if those sirens were coming toward me because my child was in severe danger or even dying? I thanked the Lord profusely again for a healthy child, and it was only an act of my absent-mindedness that merited a 911 call.
So, now that the entire county heard the sirens, they parked next to me and SIX FIREMEN came out and surrounded my car! I felt so unworthy of the cool firemen's attention--haha! They were so super nice, and then a policeman even came onto the scene. Evy was smiling at them through the window when they would each take a turn waving a her---too cute.
Since the weather was nice, they didn't bust my window (I was thinking of the Glee song "Bust the Windows Out Ya Car" the whole time). They just jacked open my door (kind of?) and stuck a metal thing in to unlock the door. It took about 15 minutes. Good grief.
So after the crisis was averted, I arrived in the office and was told that Evy would be getting THREE shots. Are you serious? However, she was an ANGEL baby and did such a great job. I was so proud of her. Of course this was the appointment I attempted by myself. I really do consider myself a capable person, but wow.
Thank you to our heroes yesterday!