The Rescue

We began our day being rather lazy and ended it with a bang. 

We decided to go visit GG mid afternoon and she made a Target run with us.  We got a call from Grammy while we were out and she said 

"dad says he is exhausted but wants to see the kids, why don't you guys come over".

She doesn't have to twist our arm.

We go and have dinner and visit for a bit and I decide in my head that we will leave earlier than usual so we can get home and get to bed early.  We are juuust about ready to pack it all up when I proudly bring up how Madelyn can go potty "all by herself" without assistance.  She is eager to show off her skills.  She marches herself into the bathroom and promptly closes the door.  I push it open and peak in.  She is offended and pushes it shut and locks it.  

Nice.

Dad happens to be walking by and says "I hope she knows of how to get out".

My response~

"Oh she totally knows how to get out."

I mean seriously the child locks her brother out of her bedroom daily....

She knows how to get out.

But then she doesn't

She starts to panic.

"Moooooooommmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyy"

I calmly try to talk her through how to unlock the door. 

"Turn the knob sweet pea"

I hear her fiddling around but to no avail.  

There is a small little hole in the knob so we try to pop the lock.

Again, no such luck.

This wasn't a pop lock but a "twister".

And yes I am pretty sure "twister lock" is the technical term.

We are trying to give her direction after direction and she is starting to panic.  I can hear it in her voice.  She begins to cry the panic cry.  She is jumping up and down and I am starting to panic for her.  

I knew we would get her out but what a terrible feeling to be so close and yet sooo unable to help.

I slide my hand underneath the door and she held onto it.  I called her daddy and slide the phone to her so she could talk to him, hoping he would be able to help in some way.  

All the while papa is tirelessly working on the door.  We can't take the knob off, no that would be too easy.  The screw backed into the knob and is impossible to get out.  

Madelyn was doing surprisingly well with only moments of panic.  But I had this pit in my stomach knowing that at any moment she may give in to fear.  I had her pray~

"Jesus please help me to get out of here"

I almost cried.  Something about hearing her sad little voice asking Jesus for help made me choke up.

There were a few moments of silence.  I held her little fingers and called her name....

"Madelyn"

"What"

"What are you doing?"

"I just waiting for Papa to get me out of here"

Poor thing.

Grammy calls the fire department and they are sending someone out.  It was our last resort beyond busting down the door.

In the meantime Papa goes outside and tries to talk Madelyn through unlocking the window.  It's a "crank window".  Again, I am sure that "crank window" is surely the technical term.

She can't reach the lock. 

ugh.

She sits on the floor and cries.  She feels defeated.  Papa is knocking on the window and coaching her back.  She tries again and I hear the lock pop.

"I did it"

We cheer.  

But now she has to crank the window open.  

Papa doesn't wait, he pulls it.

Ahhh the screen!

Papa somehow manages to talk her through popping the locks on either side of the screen.  I left the bathroom door and run outside.  I get him a chair because he can't reach her.

He reaches in and pulls her out.  

She says 

"Papa you got me, I knew you would get me out."

I think it's around this time that the police come and Grammy is able to let them know that we got her out.

Madelyn calls daddy to tell him that "papa rescued me".

Her hero~

She proceeds to recount the entire story.

 Thumbs up, we got her out~

 I take her into the bathroom and have her show me what she was doing to get herself out.  She was absolutely turning the lock, but in the wrong direction.  When we got home I tried the lock on her bedroom door.  It turns to the left to unlock, Grammy's turns to the right.  She thought she was doing everything she knew to be right and in her panicked state couldn't think to turn it the other way.

Mommy shows her what to do.

Collin was worried "she would never get out".

 She tells him alll about it.

 And even shows him how she unlocked the window.

Keeping her eye on her papa, her rescue hero.

Madelyn talked about the "bafroom" ordeal the entire way home, and I'm pretty sure we will be talking about it for the next few days.

Her prayers tonight...

"Thank you Jesus for rescuing me and for Papa rescuing me when I was locked in the "baf~room".  I luh you Jesus."

Then she looks at me and says~

"Mommy I'm so proud of you because you held my hand under the door when I was locked inside."

Melt.My.Heart.

I am proud of that little girl.  Things could have been much worse had she lost her mind in there.  By God's grace she kept her cool and was able to help her Papa by unlocking the window.  

Sure, she did it the hard way but she did it nonetheless.  :)

So how did we get the door unlocked you wonder?

I hoisted myself up and through the window and crawled inside.

Don't ask me how, but I'm sure it was a sight to see.

I wonder if Papa is still glad he invited us over tonight...  :)