THose beepers sound like something I need...
I agree with the consensus that losing a child, for whatever length of time, is the worst feeling ever. And I also agree that some children are inherently more prone to it, no matter what the parents may do to prevent it! Our middle son is just determined to get separated from us. At age 2, he gave us the scare of a lifetime. I went to check on him at 2am because I head a noise. He wasn't in his bed. I checked his brother's bed -- nothing. OUr bed -- nothing. Now I have the lights on all over the house -- no sign of him. I am yelling, shouting his name. DH is awake but can't understand my panic. Part of me is saying, "Now c'mon, Cindy -- be calm. He's in here somewhere. Kids don't just disappear." And then there is that "other" voice, deep inside you, the one you are deathly afraid of, the one that says, "No, they do... do you think that anyone who ever lost a child ever got up thinking they would lose a child that day?" And you wonder -- oh God -- is this happening to me? To my child? We combed the entire house. Even dh, normally calm, stoic -- was in a tearful panic. We looked -- and hollered, no screamed -- his name for 20 minutes. We looked outside -- nothing but creepy still night air. (It did not help that there had been some guy fired at my dh's company a few weeks prior for bringing a machete to work and that on his way out he had threatened the managers who fired him -- and those managers lived on either side of us -- and that our houses had each received some suspicious damage, like phones boxes being run over, outside lights rewired / shorted, and car tampering -- we were already on edge.) After the 20 minuts of yelling, I ran upstairs to grab the phone and began dialing. As I waited for a connection, I heard the softest, faintest, whisper of a sigh. And in my peripheral vision, I saw just a bare trace of movement under the skirt of a table in the corner of the room. I ran to the table, lifted up the skirt, and there, in a 2' by 2' tight little ball, was our son, curled up and sleeping. I grabbed him and started sobbing uncontrollably. By this time, our sleeping-like-a-log child was of course awake (with all our yelling, people were probably awakened within a 5 mile radius!) All 4 of us climbed into the bed together and I don't think I ever shut my eyes the rest of the night, unless it was in prayer!
Since then, we do our best to never lose a child, but still, it happens. I gave each child a "tag" on our last WDW trip (it had no names, but had our cell # & our FR frequencies of choice, and our resort name). They each had instructions on what to do, if ever lost. But sure enough, exiting the Pooh ride, Ryan sped ahead of me and poof -- he was out of sight. I knew dh was ahead of me (part of our plan, for cases where he does this speedy exit routine), but unfortunately, Ryan made a right turn out of pooh... dh made a left to get our stroller. We spent a good 10 minutes tracking him down -- we finally found him standing in the middle of the walkway, near the Tea CUps, sobbing. He knew which way we were headed, I'll give him credit for his navigational skills, but he raced ahead "to be first" and then when he realized he was alone, he froze in his tracks. In this case, he didn't follow the plan (to contact a CM), but at least he didn't wander aimlessly, making the chance of finding him even slimmer.
Cindy