Ok, I understand that title sounds a bit dramatic so let me clarify a few things before we continue. This post is not about a near death experience nor is it about how having a baby saved me from a life I was unhappy with or anything like that. This post is about how, last week, Leo rescued me from the shower and saved me from having a full on panic attack/meltdown. Now that’s cleared up, let me tell you all about my little hero.
We live in a very old house, the décor looks like something out of the 1960’s and I long for double glazed windows and a hob that actually works. I am not going to list every little thing wrong with this place as we could be here all day, let’s just say the house is in need of a serious makeover. One of the building’s many problems is the door on our shower. It has been sticking quite a lot lately and you really have to put your arms to work when opening and closing it, I count getting in and out of the shower as my daily exercise it wears me out that much!
The other morning I got in the shower and as usual Leo followed me in to the bathroom but, today of all days, he decided to close the door behind him. I happily got washed chatting away to Leo about our plans for the day, not realising everything was going to be seriously delayed due to a terrifying shower door malfunction. So, I finished my shower, grabbed the towel I had hung over the door and attempted to prise the ancient thing open but today, no matter how much I put those massive guns of mine (!!) to work, I just couldn’t open it. I tried again. Still no give, not even a measly millimetre. This is when my heart began to race.
My calm and collected pulling at the door turned into frantic yanking, shaking and tugging but that door was not opening at all. I asked Leo to try from his side but of course he had no joy either. I tried to calm my racing heart and fight back the panic building in my chest. What the hell was I going to do? My phone was on charge on top of the toaster so there was no way Leo could get that. The laptop was in the living room, even if Leo got it for me how would he get it into the shower so I could message Oli to come get me.
After about 15 minutes of trying to keep the panic at bay and attempting to form an escape plan but only drawing a blank, I had a lightbulb moment. I asked Leo to open the bathroom door, which took nearly 10 minutes as he could only just get his little fingers around the handle, while stretched right up on his tippy toes. I instructed him to go to his room and grab some pants and pj bottoms as he was half naked for some reason. My little man did as he was told and after a further agonising 5 minutes of coaching him in the important life lesson of dressing himself, Leo was ready to save the day. He was going to be a super hero, just like his beloved Spider Man and Batman.
Before I carry on, you need to know that the property we live in is attached to Oli’s work, safely hidden away behind a gate that is always locked and is completely safe.
OK so, Leo was ready but I had that horrible feeling in my chest again, the panic and stress building in anticipation of what was about to happen. I looked at my nearly 3 year old through the damned shower door and told him he needed to go get Daddy. I needed him to go out of our house – alone – in to the care home next door – alone – find one of the ladies (staff) or go up to Daddy’s office and tell them Mummy needs help as she is stuck in the shower. Even though I knew he would be completely safe and the worse thing that could happen was when he got out of the kitchen instead of turning left into the care home he turned right and decided to play in the garden for a while leaving me trapped, I was still totally stressed out. There was nothing else I could do, it was 9 in the morning and Oli wouldn’t be home for lunch for another 3 and a half hours. I had no way of contacting anyone for help, Leo was my only way of getting out of that stupid shower.
Leo gladly went on his way, with his instructions firmly drilled into his little brain, ‘go straight to Daddy and tell him I’m stuck’, easy. As soon as I saw his little figure disappear behind the bathroom door I started crying, what the hell was I thinking? I had given a 2 year old permission to go outside on his own. Yes the garden is totally enclosed and safe and we are behind a locked gate nowhere near the road but still, it all just felt so wrong and I just wanted to smash through the glass shower door and run after him.
After what felt like a lifetime but was probably only 2 minutes in reality, I heard the familiar click of the kitchen door opening and heard Oli’s voice. I started crying more when I realised I was getting out and that Leo was obviously fine. Oli gave the door a pull from the other side and just like that I was free. I cried for a bit (stressful situation and pregnancy hormones will do that to a girl) and then smothered Leo in kisses while Oli told me how Leo had gone straight into the home, asked the caretaker where Daddy was and delivered his line of ‘we have to help Mummy, she’s stuck in the shower’ perfectly.
I don’t think I have ever felt so proud. Not only did Leo listen to me, which is a rare occurrence in itself, but he understood the seriousness of the situation and you could tell how happy he was to have saved his Mummy from the evil shower of doom. I struggled with a lot guilt for the rest of the day, even though everything had worked out well there is always a small chance something could have gone wrong. It was an impossible situation, Leo getting help really was the only way for things to be solved and although it was so hard for me to let him go, I am so proud of my little hero for saving me.
For anyone who’s interested, the shower door is now fixed! Oli asked the handyman to do it straight away, it’s a bit annoying it took me getting stuck for it to get sorted but at least it won’t happen again. Now all I need to do is take Leo to get measured up for his very own super hero costume 🙂
What would you have done in my situation, do you think I made the right call? Has your child ever saved you from a difficult situation? I would love to hear your stories.
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