This morning, I locked Thea in her nursery.
No, I didn't do it on purpose.
The door doesn't even have a lock.
For the past few days, we've been having a bit of a rough time with the nursing. That in itself is its own saga. Let's just say that this morning, I was feeling pretty exhausted and pretty burned out on attempting to breastfeed.
I had been trying to nurse Thea for over an hour, and it just wasn't working. She was screaming, and I just couldn't take it anymore, so I decided I would just give her a bottle of pumped milk. Because one of the cats and the pup had been taking a special interest in Thea this morning, I shut the door to the nursery while I went to the kitchen to get the bottle ready. I thought this would be easier than trying to hold a screaming, squirming baby and fix a bottle all at the same time.
I was gone for maybe two minutes. I came back and turned the knob to the nursery. The knob turned, but didn't catch. I tried again. No luck. A third time. Still nothing.
Thea is screaming bloody murder inside the nursery.
I panic. I rush to the kitchen to grab my phone.
I dial John. No answer.
I dial my mom. They ask if there is a lock on the door or a small hole in the knob (there isn't). My stepfather advises to call 911 for the fire department.
I dial 911.
The display on my cell phone reads "CALL NOT ALLOWED."
I try again. Same thing.
By this point, I am f-r-e-a-k-i-n-g o-u-t.
John calls back. He says he will call 911 for me and tells me to call our neighbor to see if he can help.
During all of this, I am rushing around, trying to find a flathead screwdriver to unscrew the knob on the door. I find one, and get the outside knob out. I'm ramming the screwdriver in the door, trying to push the other side of the knob out. Finally, it falls out.
The door still doesn't open.
I'm not sure exactly what I did, but after a few more seconds, the door opens.
Thea was fine. In fact, she settled down as soon as she was in my arms.
I call John to tell him that everything is okay.
As soon as we hang up, the fire truck pulls onto our street, sirens blaring. I walked outside with Thea to let them know that everything was okay. They offered to put the doorknob back together for me. I declined.
I spent the better part of the morning in tears feeling like the worst mother ever. Oh, and feeling like an idiot too.
Let's just say that my day didn't get off to the best start.
How was your day?