Code Adam

When a baby is taken from hospital it is a “code pink” when you loose a child in a store it is called a “code Adam”. I have never actually had to claim I have lost my child. I have never had to have every employee on the look out for a little blonde boy. I have never acted like the frantic mother because she can’t find baby. I have never had those strange looks from people, like, “why can’t she keep her children near by” or “what a horrible mother” I have never had horrible thoughts that I may never see my child again. Until today! Oh, yes, I had that *wonderful* experience! I took the kids to Ikea today. I thought it would be great way to spend the day. I let them sit on all the furniture and touch everything they could get there hands on. It was like a trip to Disneyland, with affordable food. While were in the couch area I was doing my regular kid count. Have Phoebe, check, have Kimball, check, have Warren… wait! Where is Warren? So I calmly look around and call his name. I still can’t find him. I have a bit of panic hit me. So I looked a little more. I still couldn’t find him! Now I started to worry. Warren is not my child that runs away from me. I started to get frantic. I started yelling out his name and telling me that he need to answer, because he is scaring me. An employee came over and asked if I had lost a child. I said yes, and she got her walkie talkie out and called a code Adam. All the employees had to start to look for my blonde haired two year old boy. After a few minutes the told me that they found a little boy! I was so relieved, only to find out it was some other person’s boy! I am about ready to have a heart attack. Finally, after about five minutes of the employees looking for my child, here comes Warren, running around the corner saying, “I looking you mommy, I looking you mommy!” I seriously had thoughts of yelling at him. But, don’t worry I didn’t. I wrapped my arms around him and covered him with kisses! What a relief! I think I aged about ten years while trying to find him. He as happy as could be and didn’t think anything was wrong. Just another fun day at Ikea! I eventually let him out of my arms and put him straight in a basket and seat belted him in. He didn’t want to stay there but after what he put me through, he didn’t get a choice! I am so glad he is safe and home, with me. May this never happen again!