A rather big day...

Last week, during dinner on Tuesday night, we heard the sound of something hard against the spoon Jimmy had in his mouth. Could it be? After all this time? But we didn't check...

And then 2:30 am, or so, rolls around (Michael and I have only been in bed a few hours due to packing etc.) and Jimmy is not interested in going back to sleep. No amount of bum patting or breast milk seems to do the trick. Michael takes Jimmy to change the little man's nappy and administer some paracetamol - things need to be eliminated so that we might go back to sleep quickly! And quickly and exited is how Michael comes back with a newly toothy baby! With not one, but two freshly cut teeth! No wonder our little man was not interested in sleeping. But the paracetamol kicks in and we all get about 4 hours more sleep (broken with the odd feed).

We may have had a good nights sleep, but we were all still a little out of sorts. Nothing a yoga class can't fix, right? Jimmy and I head off to a yoga class that we haven't been to before, but are going because we can't make it to any others. The location is the same, but the time is earlier... Jimmy refuses to nap more than 20 minutes, which is not unusual, but I dose him up on paracetamol before the class just in case his teeth are bothering him. We rush off, because we loose track of the time. With an unhappy Jimmy in his seat, my bag goes on the passenger seat, I lock the passenger door but the window is down for airflow, and we head off but not without a quick thought about a package I need to send, but we're running late... We arrive yoga, Jimmy is unhappy again so I quickly throw the car key into my bag, get out, lock the drivers door, whip around to the passenger door, go for the handle and...

Yes. It was locked.

Yes. The car key, my phone, and my baby were all in the car.

But the passenger side window open! Not enough to allow me to unlock the car, but enough for airflow and a coat hanger...

I race into the venue, ask for assistance and a coat hanger and race back to the car. By this time Jimmy has settled, but quickly becomes unsettled again. I tried to unlock the car, but that didn't work (wrong lock type) and then I realise that I know where my key is in my bag! So I start working on that while one mum is on the phone to RACQ (and the automated screening process seems to be taking forever), and another mum offers to help with the coat hanger while I talk to Jimmy.

The key is fished out. Jimmy is removed from the car. Tears. Hugs. Melting into a mess. It all happens. Apparently I was calm through out the whole thing, but I was shaking on the inside.

The yoga class was lovely. It turns out I already knew some of the mums, because they were in my regular class until their babies grew too old. We had a good time. Jimmy was understandably clingy and I was understandably teary, but it was good. And Jimmy and I got what we needed: a cry for me (because moving overseas is a bit of a big thing) and a sleep for Jimmy (because teething is a lot of work).