Spectrummy Mummy

Asperger's, Allergies, and Adventures Abroad

Making the Leap

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The following story is unbelievable, but true.   As you’ll see, I didn’t have any eye-witnesses, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.

Pudding and I were cuddling in bed.  Two days earlier I’d taken a pregnancy test, and it was positive.  She was 20 months old, and had a lot of energy.  I knew the pregnancy would be at risk for the first trimester due to complications following Pudding’s birth, so I was trying to take it easy.  Spectrummy Daddy brought some tea for me, and milk for Pudding, then kissed us both goodbye as he headed for work.  She and I had a play date with a friend later that morning, but we were in no hurry, so I planned on lounging in bed for a little while.

That wasn’t to be, because after a few minutes she got bored and ran out of the room.  I put my tea down and went to chase after her, but she slammed the door, and I heard the tell-tale click of a key being turned.  We often locked our bedroom door as Pudding had a penchant for going into our room while I was in the bathroom, and pulling everything out of the drawers.  The lock was pretty stiff though, and we’d thought she was unable to turn it. That day I learned we were wrong.

I ran to the door anyway and tried it, but of course, it wouldn’t budge.   I asked Pudding to turn the key, but she was unable to do it, though she tried.   She started pulling on the door handle, and when she couldn’t open it she got upset, and began calling my name.   I tried to reassure her, even though I was panicking myself.  It was before 8 am, and Spectrummy Daddy wouldn’t return until almost 6 pm. I didn’t have my phone with me.  My friend would probably just text if I didn’t show up at the park, she wouldn’t have been too concerned by a no-show.   I looked at the door, and there were no visible hinges, even if I’d had a screwdriver in the bedroom, which I didn’t.   There was no room under the door even if I could get the key out.

I was trapped.

I decided to get dressed.  At least I was locked in my own bedroom, it could have been worse.  I sang songs to Pudding to keep her entertained, and close to the door. The safety gate wasn’t closed, and she had access to the entire house, and all the dangers contained in it.   The thought of Pudding falling down the stairs, or getting the sharp knives from the kitchen filled me with dread.  Staying in the room was not an option.

I had to get out.

I opened the windows and looked for help.   There wasn’t a soul in sight.  A few minutes passed and I saw a car.  I leaned out as far as I could, and waved and screamed…..but the car drove on.   I waited a few more minutes, but there was nothing.   Pudding was very much in the throes of separation anxiety at the time, and she kept grappling with the door, but every once in a while she’d wander away, and I’d have to beg her to come back to where I could hear that she was safe, even if I couldn’t see it.

Lux before you leap!

I returned to the window.  I don’t have a photograph of that side of the house, but we were on the top floor, there was a level below that, and the basement/garage below that.  The yellow arrow shows the height of the window, but I’m unable to show you the actual drop.  Three floors.  I knew that was the only way out, but I felt sick every time I looked at the drop.  I’m not scared of heights, but I was pretty sure that leaping out there would mean the end of the pregnancy, and probably a few broken bones too.

The windows were full length, but had a safety rail across, almost like a balcony, but with no room to stand.  I put my hands on the bar and willed myself over.  I couldn’t do it, I stepped back.  Maybe we could wait for somebody to come by, I’d be no use to Pudding anyway if I was hurt and we still had no way of getting back inside.  She moved away from the door again, oblivious to my pleas.  The street was still empty.  I cursed again the logic of housing us in such a quiet place, with nothing but wasteland to the side of us.  I knew I’d have to make the leap, but I had to find a way to do it as safely as possible.

I had a brainwave.

I remembered those escape movies, where the prisoner manages to flee from his cell by tying sheets together- I would do that.  I put on some shoes, stripped the bed, and knotted the duvet cover to the sheet, then tied it to the bars of the safety rail.  It reached down to the ground.  It wasn’t much, but it was the best I could muster.  There was no way of knowing if it could take my weight.  I told Pudding that Mummy was coming, and hoped rather than believed I was telling her the truth.

Then I used the sheets as a rope to abseil down the side of the house!

The sheets held my weight.  I still can’t believe that they did (they probably wouldn’t know!).  I jumped the last bit, and landed on my feet.  There was no time to revel in the safety of solid ground.  I raced around to the other side of the basement where there was a small window.  I pushed it with force I didn’t know I had, and it swung open.  I climbed inside, and ran up to my last hurdle: the door between the basement and the entry level.  We usually kept it locked, but we’d forgotten.  I almost screamed in relief.

I ran upstairs calling Pudding’s name, and found her still on the other side of the door.  We hugged, and I didn’t let go until the pounding of my heart abated.  I called Spectrummy Daddy and regaled him with my adventures.  Then I had a cup of tea, pulled the sheets back in, removed the key, and got ready for our play date.  In spite of a few twists and turns, a healthy Cubby was born 9 months later.

I’m not surprised that he is my cautious child.

Sometimes I feel just as scared that I can’t get to my girl.  I have to leap to reach her over, and over again.  I haven’t felt solid ground yet, but somehow the sheets are holding me.

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Written by Spectrummy Mummy

March 15, 2011 at 7:31 am

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  1. Omgosh! What a story!!

    You had me laughing, smiling, and biting my nails in anticipation all the way through that,

    I’m so pleased tha it all ended well. And yes….it would explain cubby’s cautious nature!

    fiona2107

    March 15, 2011 at 7:37 am

  2. (((hugs)))

    WOW! You’re superwoman! Great story. Glad, Cubby made it. 🙂

    Laura

    March 15, 2011 at 7:39 am

    • Would have been a lot easier if I could actually fly like superwoman. More like Wonder Woman with her lasso of truth! 🙂

      Spectrummy Mummy

      March 15, 2011 at 9:56 am

  3. There really is nothing we as mother’s wouldn’t do!! Great story – here’s hoping you find solid ground again soon!!

    joeysmommy

    March 15, 2011 at 8:23 am

    • Nope! At east the bright side of there being nobody around was that nobody witnessed how ridiculous I looked! The Embassy Marines gave me a whole lot more respect after that too. 🙂

      Spectrummy Mummy

      March 15, 2011 at 9:58 am

  4. Oh my, I’m always amazed at the strenght a person has when pushed to the limits–kind of like seeing a person lift a car when you know they normally can’t do that—unless someone was under it. Here’s to hoping you’ll find that solid ground.

    Lizbeth

    March 15, 2011 at 11:49 am

    • Thanks, Lizbeth. It holds true for all of us, we don’t know our strength until we’re tested, then we surprise ourselves.

      Spectrummy Mummy

      March 15, 2011 at 3:19 pm

  5. Now that is one amazing pregnancy story!!! Wow, I think I would have sat on my bed and cried, because I would have been too scared to climb out the window. Glad all were safe!

    Flannery

    March 15, 2011 at 12:04 pm

    • I’m very lucky I’m not afraid of heights. I suppose I’d have just waited until somebody finally walked by, and hoped she’d stay safe during that time. Odd that my way had less risk! 😉

      Spectrummy Mummy

      March 15, 2011 at 3:20 pm

  6. What a great story! And someday, hopefully, you’ll be telling it to your grandchildren.

    Varda (SquashedMom)

    March 15, 2011 at 2:05 pm

    • The thought of being a grandma might push me to jump out of windows! Just kidding, hopefully one day, a long, long time from now. 🙂

      Spectrummy Mummy

      March 15, 2011 at 3:22 pm

  7. Oh my goodness, that is truly unbelievable! I’m not sure I could have done it. Wow

    courtney

    March 15, 2011 at 7:31 pm

  8. mummy,

    all i can say is WOW!!!! that is such an amazing story. Your “fight or flight” instinct kicked in and made you so powerful! I am very humbled by this story, but reassured that as a mother one will do ANYTHING to save one’s child. You are living proof of that.

    Selina

    March 15, 2011 at 11:50 pm

  9. That is one amazing story! I’m very impressed you thought of the sheets. I can’t even imagine how I would handle something like that. You are Supermom!

    BTW, I can’t keep track anymore of who I’ve told and who I haven’t, but in case I didn’t mention to you yet, I’ve changed my blog address to dontpanic55.wordpress.com

    Diane

    March 17, 2011 at 7:57 pm

  10. […] On the whole though, we have good memories.  The best thing about that house was that it was detached, and we didn’t have to share our walls with anyone else.  From our current vantage point, that was a definite advantage.  Still, being so isolated can have drawbacks too, as you’ll discover in tomorrow’s story… […]


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