After waking up this morning to Fuss calling, "Mommy, help me" because she wanted out of her bed and had a potty accident, I'm still feeling shaken. I cannot get the feeling out of my head: Fear, desperation, anxiety. Why? I had a nightmare. Fuss went missing. One minute she was there, the next gone. Thank goodness it was just a dream!
Here's how it played out:
We were at a carnival of sorts with my mom and sister. We'd been walking around all day and finally found a picnic table to sit down. Fuss was right with me as my mom and sister walked away. I put the diaper bag down to look for something inside it. Mom walks up to me and asked where Fuss was. Panic. I look frantically for her. Scream her name as I run around. No response. People aren't even paying attention to me. My sister comes up and I tell her Fuss is missing. She runs off to find help. I
finally get someone to pay attention to me. They announce over the loudspeaker that a child is missing. She is 3 feet tall with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a pink sparkly shirt and shorts. Then they say they can't help me further. WHAT?!?!?!?! So, now, I call the police...and get an automated system! I'm shaking so badly that I can't even push the buttons on my cell phone. I find a picture in my diaper bag and start grabbing people, screaming in their faces, "Have you seen my daughter?" No one seems to care. She's gone and there's nothing else I can do.
Then I wake up. I hear Fuss in her room. "Mommy, help me!" Deep breath. She's here. She's safe. I take her to the potty and clean her up then give her a huge hug. I would probably cling to her all day today if I could.
Have you ever dreamed your child went missing or was kidnapped? I have a child recovery kit I will be making sure I have filled out and in her diaper bag at all times starting today. Do you have one?
You read that right! I got to take birth control powder instead of pills, not once, but TWICE this month! I wasn't worried about it the first time. Figured I just didn't notice and the blister pack was broken (perhaps Fuss stepped on it or something weird happened). When the second one came up, I knew I wasn't crazy and I saw the intact blister pack on that one! "WTF" is about all that went through my head. So I snapped a picture. Hubs and I discussed and figured I should call the pharmacy.
VOILA!
Here is a photo of me wearing them. I chose the peach pearls to match a necklace that I already had. The color on these pearls is amazing! They are lustrous (as you can see in the photo) and very deeply colored. They have stainless steel posts and backs that are very securely attached and set flush with the back of the pearl (this makes them very comfortable to wear). Fuss actually tried to pull the back and the pearl apart! Go figure. I wore them all day long for 3 straight days with no sensitivity or soreness at all. For me, this is a big deal! I tend to turn anything silver green and anything other than the purest metals makes my ears red and usually infected from severe sensitivity. This didn't do either!
