When Hector was a baby I considered investing in an iBaby monitor, which would allow me to check up on him in his cot via an APP on my phone when I was out for dinner. Thank God this ended up being one of the only baby products that didn’t make it into our house.
It would only meant I checked my phone (even more than usual) when we were out and besides, he already had a monitor with a movement sensor (I’ve written about this particular paranoia here).
After losing Hector for 10 WHOLE MINUTES in a soft play zone, I’ve decided that he needs a GPS tracking device.
This is not to say, however, that I’ve got over my obsession with monitoring my children. After losing Hector, now 2.5, for 10 WHOLE MINUTES in a soft play zone, I’ve decided that he needs a GPS tracking device.
I know what you’re thinking but hear me out.
We were at Eddie Catz in Wimbledon for a Birthday party. All the children were clambering on the enormous climbing frame that takes up most of the room (a room the size of a supermarket, in fact it probably was a supermarket before it was overrun by toddlers). The climbing frame has several huge slides, some rope walkways, tunnels etc.
When a woman on a tannoy announced that it was time for children involved in our particular Birthday party children to come down (it was time to do some dancing with a man dressed as a cat), Hector didn’t appear.
I thought it was a bit odd as he was obsessed with this cat. He’d sobbed at the end of the last dancing session.
After about five minutes of waiting for him to appear (maybe it was three, it felt like ages) I walked around the climbing frame to see if I could see him. No sign.
I called for him. Still no sign. Then I went to the room where the cat dancing session was taking place to see if he’d gone off with the other children. He hadn’t.
He wasn’t back at the climbing frame either. So I politely (trying to disguise notes of panic in my voice) asked a member of staff if he’d been seen. She suggested she make an announcement on the tannoy, which she promptly did. “This is a customer announcement. Will Hector please come to reception.”
That was never going to work. Hector does not know the meaning of the words “customer” or “reception”.
So I climbed the climbing frame, which was pretty difficult as I was carrying Alfred, who is one now, and very heavy. Up we went but there was still no sign of Hector in any of the tubey slides or rope walks.
Panic had now set in big time (as in shouting and wailing) but luckily I was saved from all the dreadful things I was about to do as when got back to ground level there he was, in the corridor behind the climbing frame, looking lost. “I’ve been with the rubbish Mummy,” he said tearfully.
I’m still recovering. And have come to the conclusion that if you can lose your child in a SOFT PLAY you can lose them anywhere.
GPS device it is then. I’ve scoured the internet and the hereO seems the best. Sadly it is out of stock at the moment (my husband breathes a sigh of relief) but I will let you know how I get on if I manage to get my hands on one.
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