I always wondered about baby 911 calls. I mean, what are the odds that your baby
accidently hit 911? Well, I learned the
hard way this past weekend. I was
testing out my new Guitar Hero game while Ivy was sitting on the couch next to
me. Doug was in the house at the time,
so I could justify my half-way parenting moment.
On my third try at a particularly frustrating song, Ivy kept
grabbing the phone off the table. I
finally took it away for good. As I was
turning the phone off, I scolded her for messing with the phone, as it was
interrupting my oh so important game.
About ten seconds later I was speaking to the good ol’ PD. When they asked if everything was alright,
it didn’t really sink in that they were calling per our request. It was only after I responded with a very
confused yes, that she informed me that they received a 911 hang up call from
my house. Mortified, I told her it must
have been my one-year-old, as I had just taken the phone from her.
It might be paranoia, but I could swear the woman did not
believe me. She sent someone over “just
in case.” How I wished I had gotten
dressed already, but there was no time to worry about that. I had to hide the guitar! I would hate for Doug to know that the cops
were coming by for a visit because I couldn’t tear myself away from my new and
very fun video game. Furthermore, I
wouldn’t want the cop to think that I am one of those mothers (you know, one of
those that I apparently am).
As I was quickly tidying up, Violet asked what was going
on. I told her that the police were
coming over because Ivy had dialed 911.
Almost immediately I realized mistake.
Three-year-old Lily’s bottom lip was quivering and it was nearly
contorted into a Popeye-like expression when she asked if the police man was
coming to take Ivy away to jail. I
quickly assured her that police officers don’t take babies when the doorbell
rang.
I tried to convince the officer that everything was alright
while he was standing on my doorstep, but it was clear that he would feel
better if I invited him in. So there I
stood…tye-dye t-shirt, pj pants, and three girls lined up in a row, wide-eyed
and quieter than I had heard them in days.
We just stood there until I broke the silence by saying, “see girls…the
police man does not want to take your baby to jail for accidently calling
911.” I am not sure if he left because
he believed everything was okay, or if he was afraid one of the girls might ask
him to take her baby sister with him…if only for a day. He didn’t look like the diaper duty kind of
officer. He bolted out of here right
quick!
Needless to say, Mommy only plays her Wii in the wee hours
of the night now.
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