As stated in a previous post I literally have more married friends with kids than without (and that short list to prove it). A lot of my friends have blogs and WAY cute kids with great stories. I've decided I'll share some of the favorite stories I find with you!
Since I'm not even a mother myself and this blog is about ALL types of motherhood (pre, to-be, and actual) I'll look at blogs from my friends who may not be mom's yet either, because those stories are just as great!
The November pick (yes I'm starting with November since I started this blog last month) was easy, I read the long story in a couple of minutes because it was so intense! My beautiful friend Jamie told the story of the scariest moment of her life when her son got locked in an elevator:
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Last night we attended a Christmas party at the church. I was in charge of food and was busy scurrying around the kitchen taking care of things. All of a sudden we hear a fire alarm. Our friend Emmerson comes into the kitchen and says there is a baby stuck in the elevator!
I run out to find Dan and frantically ask him, "Where is Bryson?!" He says he doesn't know.
I sprinted downstairs to the elevator door and could hear my baby screaming over the sound of the alarm. I cannot even put into words the terror that was in my heart for my little boy. I honestly thought his tiny little fingers could be severed in the elevator door.
He was trapped because he had switched the emergency button, causing the elevator to freeze between the first and second floors.
Men from the ward were running around like crazy trying to force the elevator doors open. Dan called 911.
My dear friend Michelle came down and said a prayer with me. For the next ten minutes we sang "Jesus Wants me for a Sunbeam" and "I Am Like a Star Shining Brightly" at the top of our lungs, trying to reassure him that we were there. Meanwhile, I'm trying (unsuccessfully) to fight back the tears.
Finally, after ten painfully long minutes, Bryson managed to switch the emergency button again, which opened the doors.
Just then a fire engine pulled up and four firefighters arrived, one with an axe in his hands! I'm so grateful they didn't have to use it!
Bryson, who never lets me hold him, climbed into my arms and buried his little face into my shoulder. I have never been happier to hold my baby! After things settled down Bryson said to me, "Crying. Scary. Elevator. Button. Crying."
Needless to say, I poured out my heart to Heavenly Father in gratitude last night, so thankful my little boy was safe and sound, asleep in his crib.
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I can't imagine what that must have been like for her. The story was told so well that I could got scared just picturing having an experience like this! As a mother, your mindset must change completely, you no longer have yourself to think about but a whole other life form that can't really do much on it's own. Oh the responsibility!!
See it on her blog here.
I'm looking for a December post now. Have a nomination?
Since I'm not even a mother myself and this blog is about ALL types of motherhood (pre, to-be, and actual) I'll look at blogs from my friends who may not be mom's yet either, because those stories are just as great!
The November pick (yes I'm starting with November since I started this blog last month) was easy, I read the long story in a couple of minutes because it was so intense! My beautiful friend Jamie told the story of the scariest moment of her life when her son got locked in an elevator:
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Last night we attended a Christmas party at the church. I was in charge of food and was busy scurrying around the kitchen taking care of things. All of a sudden we hear a fire alarm. Our friend Emmerson comes into the kitchen and says there is a baby stuck in the elevator!I run out to find Dan and frantically ask him, "Where is Bryson?!" He says he doesn't know.
I sprinted downstairs to the elevator door and could hear my baby screaming over the sound of the alarm. I cannot even put into words the terror that was in my heart for my little boy. I honestly thought his tiny little fingers could be severed in the elevator door.
He was trapped because he had switched the emergency button, causing the elevator to freeze between the first and second floors.
Men from the ward were running around like crazy trying to force the elevator doors open. Dan called 911.
My dear friend Michelle came down and said a prayer with me. For the next ten minutes we sang "Jesus Wants me for a Sunbeam" and "I Am Like a Star Shining Brightly" at the top of our lungs, trying to reassure him that we were there. Meanwhile, I'm trying (unsuccessfully) to fight back the tears.
Finally, after ten painfully long minutes, Bryson managed to switch the emergency button again, which opened the doors.
Just then a fire engine pulled up and four firefighters arrived, one with an axe in his hands! I'm so grateful they didn't have to use it!
Bryson, who never lets me hold him, climbed into my arms and buried his little face into my shoulder. I have never been happier to hold my baby! After things settled down Bryson said to me, "Crying. Scary. Elevator. Button. Crying."
Needless to say, I poured out my heart to Heavenly Father in gratitude last night, so thankful my little boy was safe and sound, asleep in his crib.
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I can't imagine what that must have been like for her. The story was told so well that I could got scared just picturing having an experience like this! As a mother, your mindset must change completely, you no longer have yourself to think about but a whole other life form that can't really do much on it's own. Oh the responsibility!!
See it on her blog here.
I'm looking for a December post now. Have a nomination?
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