When I pick up the twins from daycare, there has been more than once that I've had to hit the gas to miss getting hit, trying to get out of their driveway on a 35 mph corner. Not fun.
Well, today, when I went in to get the twins I didn't get the safety gate clasped all the way. I went into the kitchen and was talking with the daycare gals. All of a sudden, I realized Cohen is missing. Where's Cohen?
I ran straight for the door knowing Cohen runs straight for the street and there he was...entering traffic and I'm 25 yards away.
I went running for him almost stumbling face first a couple of times yelling so loud that I later turned around to find the entire daycare watching.
A car was coming around the corner and I was so far away...Cohen was lined up with the passenger front bumper and the car was coming so fast...I just started yelling "NO NO NO!" Thinking it was already too late. That's the most horrible thing I have ever witnessed...thinking my son had no chance and I was too far away to do anything but watch.
The car swerved just in time and just barely missed him...even with the swerve, I have no clue how it missed him without an angel just "putting a bubble around him", as my mom said. I cried for a good hour and then still off and on, trying not to picture it.
The worst day of my life...I thought I had lost him.