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Scary Stories You Won’t Hear Around the Campfire
Oct 31 2008 by Lori Hindman
Halloween is all about scary stuff, but really how do you scare someone who has changed a newborn’s diaper? We’re MOMS! We’re not afraid of monsters in the closet or witches riding brooms. In fact, we’d probably ask that witch to step off her broom and help sweep up those Goldfish cracker crumbs. So, what scares a mom? Here, for your Halloween terror, are my scary stories.
1. After running errands in the car with my firstborn son, who was only a few weeks old at the time, I saw, to my horror, that he had ridden the whole way home without the seat belt fastened in his child-safety seat. My sleep-deprived self had forgotten to buckle him in. Instantly, visions of all that could have been ravaged my already-fragile mind. That one still scares me.
2. My second son scared me half to death when he was about 6 months old. Earlier that day, he had managed to cut his mouth on a Zweiback biscuit while he was with a baby sitter. Later that afternoon, while driving to Grandma’s house I looked in the rearview mirror and saw my baby’s face covered in blood. It was like something out of “Carrie,” half of his face was bloody! I thought he was hemorrhaging or throwing up blood or something equally horrifying, so I made a quasilegal U-turn and beelined for the emergency room at quasilegal speeds. I frantically ran into the hospital with my bloody child, big brother in tow. When I finally saw a nurse, she pretty much laughed at me and my hysterical mommyness. It turns out that mouth cuts always look worse than they really are. Most folks manage to swallow the blood when the have a cut in their mouth — most folks who aren’t babies, anyway. Oh.
3. Once, when I was backing my minivan out of the driveway, after dutifully checking my mirrors and watching out the rear window, I felt the car bump over something. Immediately, I hit the brakes; the only thing that stopped faster than the car was my heart. My thoughts went something like this: Omigod, I just killed something! Oh, please, don’t let it be a person! Or the cat! Please don’t let it be the cat! What did I just do? I checked! I looked and there was nothing there! What did I hit? Omigod, did one of the kids come out of the house? They were supposed to be inside with their father! How did they get out here so fast? No, they couldn’t have. Omigod! Did I run over someone else’s kid??? I waited for my heart to start beating again, albeit not regularly, and managed to haul my paralyzed-with-terror self out of the car to witness the carnage. With my cell phone in hand, ready to call 911, I looked behind my minivan and truly felt like an idiot — it was a plastic baseball bat. I ran over a baseball bat, and I killed it, too.
User Comments
Halloween night, this year, while trick or treating with my kids, i saw a little tiny girl in an angel costume run out in front of a car. The dad was juggling another toddler and a dog, and bags of candy, and didn’t see her dart out. I let go of my own son to jump in front of the car and catch the little girl. I swooped her up in my arms and spun around and the car actually slammed into me from behind and knocked me down. The child’s father snatched her away from me and stormed off, not having noticed she was almost run over, and nobody thought to grab my own son while this was happening. Thank god he only toddled off after his big sister. Halloween always scares me, but next year, we’re hosting a party with NO trick or treating!
Honolulu, Hawaii, Fort DeRussy, 1979. Changing diaper of firstborn under coconut tree. Changed diaper, removed daughter, coconut came crashing down like a bomb. I shudder to this day. Fast forward—firstborn is married, working, living in Chicago, doing just fine.
That is some scary stuff, people!
once when my eldest daughter was two, she hid in a dog house for an hour while we frantically looked for her I think she fell asleep..strangely enough I didn’t feel the panicky feeling it’s as though I knew she was safe..I was a bit scared though…at the time…Also when she was two..she tended to climb upon the kitchen counter by scootin a chair over well..normally we don’t take naps but that day we were resting and a big crash (thought it was an earthquake) the whole entire kitchen cupboards fell down onto the kitchen counter..if her head had been there omg she’d not be here today..the crash as I learned later was the result of a building not being built to code and having to much space between 26inches vs the 17 needed..
When my daughter was about 3, she figured out she could reach the car door handle with her foot while buckled into her car seat (I hadn’t engaged the child safety lock not thinking I needed to). She opened the door while we were doing 65 on the highway. That was scary!