The Run-Away Infant
I’m going to tell you a story that no one is to hold against me in the future, thank you very much. I’m also hoping that, in reading MY story, many out there are encouraged in their own parenting mistakes and that Grace won’t have to cash out her “therapy” savings for this one.
This week I took the girls to the zoo. It was a little chilly, but when the sun came out we were pretty comfortable and enjoyed ourselves. At one point, toward the end of our outing, Isabelle started to get a little restless. Since we were passing the rhino’s and the rhino was literally three or four feet from us, I stopped to try to distract her with the beast. We have a Sit ‘N Stand stroller and I picked her up out of the standing part to show her the animal.
In the meantime, my sweet little easy going Grace was sleeping soundly in her car seat, snuggled up in blankets and clicked into the same stroller. As we were enthralled in the animals a man called to me from a few feet away, “Ma’am?” I turned to see a guy pushing a stroller talking to me. Not anything unusual at the zoo, right? I asked, “Yes?” And he said…. “Uhhhh this rolled down the hill.” All of the sudden I got that moment of panic as I looked over and saw that MY stroller was gone along with my baby! Yep, Mr. Nice Guy had Grace at the bottom of the “hill.”
In my defense (again) it was ONLY a slight incline…and she was still sleeping peacefully!
And, with that, I believe my mom has been exonerated from the infamous event where she fell while carrying infant Isabelle down the street! Congratulations, Mom!