My life could have been totally different today

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Last night I turned my back for 2 seconds and my 2yo ran into the road. There was a small van coming down and he had to emergency break I inftont of dc.
Luckily he was turning into stop at the shop other wise things could have been very different. He was going 25mph. It's terrifying to think what could have happened. What if it was a speeding driver?
A driver not paying attention?
A larger van that didn't see dc as dc is so small?

I'm counting my blessings that she is safe and well. And how life can change in the blink of an eye.

We had these reins when my son was small. Looked like a back pack. Never had any negative comments.

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Bit scared of tempting fate here but... I think the argument against reins for me is to do with teaching road safety. Without reins i’m constantly vigilant and really drill it into DS. With them, I feel it might be like potty training with a pull up on - if you’re not terrified of an accident it’s hard to succeed. Totally support others using reins of course, that’s just my reason for not doing.

I once fell off a slide at the playground, hit my head and stopped breathing. DM grabbed me and ran to a nearby house screaming for them to call an ambulance. The neighbour happened to be a doctor and was at home, heard DM yelling, rushed out and resuscitated me. No idea who he was but I’m forever grateful.

When DD was new, I stopped the pushchair to get my phone out of my pocket.
I heard a massive bark and looked up.
DD had rolled down the hill towards a busy A road but I managed to grab the prom just in time.
I feel shaky every time I tell this story, the front wheels were in the road and there’s no way anyone would have been able to stop in time.

It was my ancient old greyhound who woofed. I wouldn’t have usually had her with me but it was the first warm day of spring.

I know this feeling all too well.

When my ds1 was about 9 months old, we were at our MILnhouse. She asked if she could give ds1 some chocolate and we said no. She said ok and carried on talking/playing with him whilst I went in the other room for something.

Next thing she screams me hysterically, I run into the kitchen and his face is purple, he’s obviously choking on something. I slap his back a couple of times but nothing happens, at this point his lips are blue. I then somehow remembered a Facebook video about lying him over my knee which I did and out flew a giant chocolate button.

Turns out that when my back had been turned, MIL had shoved one of the chocolates into his mouth.

He had to go to hospital, he had a burst vessel in his eye and he was caughing up blood but was given the all clear the next day.

I feel sick every time we think of it, and I honestly sometimes don’t know how we forgave MIL.

My son got knocked down on his way to school when he was 8. I was more than grateful that the driver had been going slowly. I made a point of calling the lady (police gave me her number)

I'm surprised the police gave you her number. You could have been a vindictive loonie who blamed an innocent driver!

My son was 2, and we were going home at the end of a mums & toddlers morning. Put his coat on him, turned to pick mine up and he was gone! Couldn’t see where he was, then someone brought him back to me, he had gone out the door and ran in the road. Fortunately nothing happened but I was so shocked, he disappeared in seconds. He dodged through all the mums at the door and they let him through. Taught me always to stop a child at a door who looks like they are on their own and say “where’s mummy” or “ wait for mummy”.