What's the scariest moment of your life?

[Lonelydaisy]

Following on from a thread I read earlier..

What's the most scariest life event you've been through?

Mine would be a stroke at 25 years old.

Nothing like any of these but I was once nearly kidnapped at knifepoint on a London train.
On train to work. Slightly later than usual so train carriage empty. Youngish bloke got on and came and sat opposite me. He looked totally wrecked. Drugs or drink. He leant forward and said his girlfriend had dumped him. Women were fucking bitches. Showed me a huge knife he had under his coat. Had planned to kill his girlfriend but couldn't find her so I would have to do. He made me share the horrible can of cider he had with him and told me there was some 'good stuff' in it. Pretended to drink it.
He said we were getting off at the next stop and I was going to go to his house with him.
Luckily it was my stop for work. We got off, he had a hold of my arm and was leading me down the concourse when he bumped into a man drunkenly and momentarily let go of me to start an altercation with him.
I LEGGED it out of the station, heard him shouting after me and I ran over the road to work. I hid behind a pot plant in reception while I watched him get angrier in the street looking for me.
The thing that I still regret but am also so surprised at my myself at is that I calmly went to work and carried on with life. Didn't report or even tell anyone about it. I was young and I don't know why I didn't but I thought it was just a normal part of being female. Terrible really

@Imfinallyhappy1

I’ve got a few. I was raped at 14 and was terrified, had a concealed pregnancy, I birthed him alone in my bedroom and nearly died from complications.

I was terrified of dying and my parents were furious WITH ME so I was scared of them (abusive, controlling household)

Haemorrhaging after my daughters birth, lost 2.5 l of blood

My daughter having a cardiac arrest at 2 from an infection. - this was the most terrifying

What awful things, I am so sorry.

Mine both involve my dcs.

DS2 was about three months old and not himself at all. 111 told me there were no ambulances available and I should take him to be checked out 'if I really felt it was necessary'. Thank god I was a second time mum and by that point trusted my instinct a bit more than I would have done with my first in the light of that comment. By the time I got him to hospital 20 minutes later his limbs were turning dusky and the medical staff ran with him down the corridors as soon as they saw him. Wasn't allowed in the room when they did the lumbar puncture but oddly calm. Even managed to joke with the nurses that I promised not to pass out because they were used to dealing with children not adults. It was only when we got up to the ward to our own room and the nurse said goodnight that my legs went and I sobbed. It was sepsis but he made a full recovery.

DS1 when he was born was also septic. Incredibly poorly, was told he was the sickest one in NICU despite being 10lb and looking like a giant amongst the preemies. On the second night we were told he probably wouldn't make it in the bluntest of terms by a dismissive dr. I didn't let myself sleep that night. I was convinced if I slept he would die. Amazingly he pulled through and is absolutely fine. Sadly despite doing very well with a lot of mental health hangovers from his birth I still can't sleep or feel I have to stay awake during times of stress in case something bad happens.

Same DS. On a day out at a national trust type place. Had baby DS2 in sling on chest. Thought we were in an enclosed garden but as it turns out there was a gap in the hedge. DS1 realised this about 5 seconds before I did and ran full pelt towards the river with me in pursuit shouting his name but he was 2 and definitely not going to listen. He stopped by the river bank looking in and then leapt into it and disappeared. The scream I let out was by all accounts inhuman. I got to the river and couldn't see him, he'd completely gone under the surface. Couldn't jump in after him because of the baby in the sling so lay on the bank as far as I could and stretched my arm down and felt some hair, tried to feel something to grab but he disappeared again, just frantically searching with my arm thinking he'd been swept out of reach. Was probably only a minute but felt so long until I got a hand a heaved him up. He was fine, outraged and cold but fine. Watched him like a hawk for secondary drowning but fine. I was a wreck and was for a long time with flashbacks

I've already posted on here - but there's another that comes equal to my first, and probably more appropriate as it really was a moment.

DD tripped whilst stepping on to a very small bridge which had no sides/barrier (more like a path that crossed a shallow stream). I grabbed her hand millimetres before she was impaled on a sharp, rusty pipe sticking out of the bank.

Still have nightmares about that one.

It's been done up now - thank god.