don't worry though, we found him.
We were at the library today. I saw that the storytime room was open so I went in there specifically because it has a baby gate so I could sit down and knit and not worry about G running off.
We played in there a while then a librarian came in. She told us we had to leave because the room was closed now. I told A to put the books back then G ran out the door as the librarian left the gate open. I picked up my bag and told A to come out of the door when she was done. One second, literally, passed from when he went out the door until I did.
I turned left to go to the fishes like we always do. He apparently turned right and walked into the open elevator.
I called to A to come to me right away so I could go to the next area he would probably be in. We ran over to the Discovery Room but he wasn't in there. I interrupted the librarian at the desk next to me and told her, "My son is missing, he's about 2, has a red shirt on and blond hair. His name is G." Then I ran around all the normal places calling his name and telling everyone I saw that my son was missing and repeating the above. After I had looked each place twice I froze up and started shaking. The librarians were telling me to stay calm and they were calling all the other librarians to look for him.
It had been a total of two minutes at this point and I was starting to loose it. I kept trying to convince myself he'd be okay and show up in some perfectly safe place, that people are good, that he is okay. A moment later a call came from downstairs that they had found him.
He had ridden the elevator to a different floor. I have no idea which one. A grandmotherly lady found him and took him to the desk. He was there, sitting on the desk, looking like he was going to cry. But he was okay. He was safe. None of the dozen of homeless people found him, none of the potential criminals found him. Just a grandmother that was scowling at me like I was horrible. I didn't bother explaining, I just hugged him forever then left the library after thanking everyone over and over.
I was supposed to meet friends there but instead I just wanted to leave. We saw dh on his lunch break and eating helped calm my nerves (I hadn't eaten all day and was really shaky).
When I called my friend to explain our absence at the library I cried again.
He is safe, sleeping on my breast. I'm so glad he is safe. I can't let myself think about what could have happened or I will loose it again.
Mom of a 7 yr old, 4 yr old, and 1 yr old. Wow. How did that happen?