So this week was my first week back at work after having 9 months off on Maternity Leave. I can't believe that my little angel is nearly 9 months old. I'm not sure where time has gone! Smiley and I decided that it would be best for everyone (myself, Smiley and Zachary) if I went back part-time and worked 3 days a week. I wasn't too sure about it and hated the thought of actually going back to work and leaving Zachary for 3 days. It turns out I think it's going to be ok. I'm glad that I'm not working more than that as I think I'd feel as though someone else was bring up my baby.
Zachary was in Nursery (Day Care) for those three days and he did really well. As the week went on he ate more and had more milk. His key worker said he was doing brilliantly. This of course is great news. Although they did say that they gave him a cup of sand to play with and he touched it and started to cry. Bless! He did better with the sand on Wednesday but still wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
Wednesday I got home after picking Zachary up and it was about 6:30. Smiley has been working in London a lot recently as he's busy, busy, busy with work. So I put Zachary down in the lounge and went to let Moose out the back as he hadn't had a walk and he was going to have to wait till Smiley got home around 8 or so.
Now I must give you some background info on our house. Our back door is through the conservatory and there is a step down from the dinning room into the conservatory with french doors there. The Conservatory is small so it's only about 3 steps from the french doors to the outside doors.
Right. I put Zachary down in the lounge and headed towards the french doors to let Moose out. Zachary is crawling now and is pretty quick. So in order to keep him from hurting himself I shut the french doors into the Conservatory (as there is a step down there onto cement flooring). By the time I got to the outside door and unlocked it Zachary was at the french doors and started to bang on the window. I let Moose out, hooked the door so it would stay open and went back in. I went to open the french doors and they were stuck...Locked shut by a bolt across the bottom of the two doors. As I went out I only unlocked the one door and didn't undo the bolts at the top and bottom so the bolt across the two kept me from getting back in.
I looked down at Zachary and there he was smiling up at him. He had lifted and slid the bolt across and locked the 'unlocked' door to the bolted one! OMG! I didn't know what I was going to do. I had no phone, no keys and this day and age, who knows any phone numbers as they are all stored in your phone! Fortunatly my neighbour across the road had seen me come home and brought over the box of wine that had arrived for us during the day. She waved at me through the window and I motioned for her to come to the back gate. I explained what had happened and she came and had a look.
Poor Zachary was locked inside the house and I had no way of getting in. That morning before I went to work I double checked that all the windows were on the latch as I would be gone for 10 hours and Smiley was working in London and had left well before me. I started to panic but my fab neighbour told me not to worry as she started to call 999. We asked for the Fire 'Brigade' to come out as we had a baby locked in a house.
The Fire 'Brigade' arrived within 5-10 minutes and they were great! Nice and calmly had a look at the windows to see if they could get in and came up with an action plan. Poor Zachary couldn't understand what was happening as his mummy was on the other side of the glass and he couldn't get to her. He was sitting by the door and absolutely screaming his head off...it broke my heart as I knew there wasn't anything I could do. At one point he did have his face pressed against the window and he looked so cute! I couldn't help but laugh (the firemen were halfway in by that point!). Fortunatly the french doors aren't that well made so they were able to take the glass out fairly easily without breaking it and in the end put it back and my landlord will never know the difference (unless he happens to read this!). They unlocked the bolt and let me in. Zachary was happy as anything the moment I picked him up. He was covered in kisses and then had his picture taken with one of the firemen who helped me get back into the house.
I still can't believe that my 9 month old baby managed to lock me out of the house. Who's a clever boy! I find it very funny now but I did have a bit of a wobble when I realised that he was inside and I was out and there was nothing I could do about it. This is definatly something to go into his memory book!
Putting the glass back in the door
Not sure Zachary really liked the fireman!
The past two days have been great with Zachary. Yesterday we went swimming and went round Ali's and Zachary had a play with Rosie (who is 6 weeks younger) and today we just had some great Mummy and Zachary time.
Assuming I don't get locked out of the house again, I think I have the correct work/life balance!
