scariest mom moment... so far.

Being a mom of a child that needs surgery is scary. It's not very comforting when you're sitting in that waiting room, just dying to know how your child is doing, hoping they're coming out to tell you he's done and heading up to recovery. It's scary.

It's also scary when some thing like this happens:

Enoch and Joe had just left for a Mammoth game (indoor lacrosse) with Enoch's teammates and their parents. It was a team thing so Travis, Gwen and I were staying home. Travis was actually in the bathroom when Joe & Enoch left but as soon as he heard that front door close, he was screaming, "I want to go to the game! I don't want to stay home, I want Enoch!". He was truly throwing a royal tantrum. The screaming, the jumping up and down while crying and whining, oh it was a sight to behold. It had been a good ten minutes since Joe & Enoch had left but the tantrum was still going.
I realized he was tired so all my efforts to console and calm down were thwarted so I "let him rave". I sat on the couch in the front room and started feeding Gwen. All of a sudden, Travis gets this determined look on his face and tells me, "I'm going to the game".
"Travis, you can't. Daddy already left. We'll see them in a little while when they get home. Lets watch a show, huh?"
"No, I want Enoch. I'm going to the game."
And with that, he unlocked the front door, swung that huge heavy thing open and bolted out the door.
Here I am, nursing Gwen and shocked. First of all, he's never been able to open the door before. Secondly, I've never seen Travis move so fast in his life!
So I naturally do what any mother would; I jump up and run out the door after him! I'm running down the sidewalk and driveway as quickly as holding the STILL NURSING 3 month old will allow, praying the blanket covering myself will hold on for dear life even though it is just resting on my shoulder and praying that he doesn't reach the street before I get to him.
The blanket doesn't move and I some how manage to catch Travis by the shoulder just in time. And wouldn't you know it? As soon as I stop him, a car speeds by. (It probably wasn't going very fast but I'm all worked up at this point)

I look down; I just saved Travis from sudden death, I somehow managed not to expose myself to the neighborhood and Gwen is still nursing. Unbelievable.

I walk Travis back inside, we have a ridiculously long and tearful talk about never going out the front door without Mom or Dad, staying away from the street and being safe.

Five minutes later, he was asleep and my heart was still racing.