Transpired that he was hiding between a book shelf in the small library we were in.
I went into a frantic full blown screaming panic attack and believed he'd ran out into the road and went running across the streets screaming his name. I'm honestly traumatised. Every time I think about it I feel sick. He's only 2. And I'm pregnant.
I am still reeling from the experience so please make me feel like i'm not such an awful mother for this happening?