What's the Scariest thing your child ever did..inspired by funniest thread

[gallaj0]

My DD was running out of the house last summer when she got to the door and tried to push it open, but missed the handle, and put her hand and arm through the windo in the door. This was an original door to our house circa 1950, so the window was regular plate glass. The blood was everywhere, she had multiple cuts on her hand and arm, adn a couple on her forhead, where her momentum had carried her into the broken window.
We wrapped it up, called 911, they put some bandage on it, and we took her to the hospital. She got a lot of stitches on her hand, a couple of spots on her arm, and a butterfly for her head.
She has a nasty scar left on her hand, but there was no tendon or muscle damage; and some small scars on her arms and head. Unfortunately, she is fairly darked skinned, and the scars really show up.

 

[fluffernutter]

This is something that I did to my parents that scared the he** out of them as I was growing up.
When I was a kid I used to hold my breath until I passed out. Dont ask me why I did it but I used to do it all the time until I was about 3 1/2 years old and people in the street used to yell at my mom saying " what are you doing to your child",lol

Doctors thought maybe I was epileptic so they had me go for tests etc- I didnt know what I was doing I guess I was just trying to get what I wanted-and was being a spoiled brat-who knows??

the last time I did it -I hit my head on a concrete floor and had to go to the hospital for head xrays. I guess i knocked some sense into myself-because I never did it again after that

My mom to this day wont let me live this down.

 

[poohtown]

interesting this has more posts than the funny one.

Scariest thing my child has Done:

when dd was about 5, she decided to play hide and seek in the department store. They had those big circular clothing racks and she was right in the middle of one. One minute next to me the next poof. At first I just said come out, then I started to get angry, then I panicked. I started running around the store screaming. Just as the clerks were about to call the police, we found her. Boy did she cry when she saw how upset I was and how much commotion she caused.

Scariest thing happened to my child:

1. same child, same age. Running down the driveway, she tripped, and split her forehead on a rock. Now I don't know if you know this, I didn't, but when the forehead is cut, the skin expands. All I see is blood and a huge section of her face missing. Freaked out can't even describe it. I was screaming for help, telling people to find the missing piece (thinking it would have to be reattached or grafted or something). I race to the hospital, rush in still screaming and get right in. The doctor comes over, looks at me like I'm an idiot, and pushes the skin together. Didn't even give her stitches - just glued it together. She still has a scar and I still have nightmares about her face.

2. other dd, age 2. At that time we lived in the city on the 22nd floor. I was late for work and had just got her into the car seat in the basement garage. I closed the door and you got it - locked. Purse inside, keys inside. Extremely hot outside. So of course I'm trying to teach my 2 yr old how to get out of her car seat to no avail. I look around for people to help me but no one is there. She starts crying, still no one. I rush inside and take the elevator to the 22 floor. The longest elevator ride in history. I bang on the door hoping my husband isn't in the shower. He comes, I scream what happened and to call for help and rush back down to the garage (maybe this was the longest ride). Get back to the car where she looks like she has no idea what's going on. After about an hour after this started, police finally come. They are trying with no luck to pop open the door. They finally decide to break in the front window. All of a sudden this young kid pops up, reaches into his jacket and pulls out one of those metal pieces you stick in between the window, he pops the lock in seconds, opens the door and walks off. We all rush to my daughter to check her out. Only later did we all realize that he had to be a car thief. My daughter loves this story.

 

[janette]

Originally posted by fluffernutter
This is something that I did to my parents that scared the he** out of them as I was growing up.
When I was a kid I used to hold my breath until I passed out. Dont ask me why I did it but I used to do it all the time until I was about 3 1/2 years old and people in the street used to yell at my mom saying " what are you doing to your child",lol

My 12yo DD did this when she was a baby. First time she was 11mths old and passed out at school, also had a seizure. It was an onsite daycare so they called me and I ran over, she was unconscious when I got there but was coming around by the time the ambulance arrived. They took her to the hospital, she was groggy for a little while but soon recovered. They did a CAT scan and we also did the tests for epilepsy but nothing was found. From what the Drs said and my research it was attributed to something emotional that triggers the breathing stoppage. Kids can learn to do it at will but my DD never did, she had one more seizure and passed out a few more times but outgrew it when she was about 18mths.

The worst with my youngest was once when she was about 5. I'd taken her with me to the older ones Dance recital dress rehersal. The dress rehersal was when we could tape and I was trying to get the camcorder set for my older ones dance. She was begging to go to the bathroom and of course couldn't wait. I was worried that I'd miss my DD's dance so I let her go by herself. Big mistake! When she didn't make it back by the time I thought she should I went to look and couldn't find her anywhere. Of course asking if anyone had noticed a little girl was useless, there were 100's of little girls around. I was trying hard not to panic and think of where she might be. Finally after about 10-15 minutes she came back. I asked where she'd been and she told me that she went to the car, I dismissed it because I thought there was no way. We'd parked across the street at the far end of a parking lot. After my older DD finished and we were going to the car I couldn't find a toy she'd brought with her. Younger DD says "I left it on the car". Okay! Sure enough there on the car was the toy, what a sick feeling. Not only had she left the building but crossed a busy street to hang out in an empty parking lot. I tried to get across to her the danger she'd put herself in as mentioned that not only had she left a building without my permission but also crossed the street which she wasn't allowed to do by herself. Her response "But mom I looked both ways".

And to think we haven't even gotten to the teen years yet.

 

[Boo]

When DD was 18 mos. we took a trip to Hawaii with my parents. After a day at the beach, we were unloading the car with all the beach gear at the condo. Both the front door and sliding door to the lanai was open for the breeze. We were on the ground floor. I asked my dad to watch Isabella while I popped into the washroom. When I came out, I asked my Dad where the baby was. He thought my Mom was watching her, my Mom thought I had her, DH was busying carrying stuff in- you know how it goes. So we start looking in the parking lot. No baby. I run outside to the back and the pool- no baby. At this point I'm almost near hysterical and so is my Mom. We finally found Isabella on the second story of the complex just watching us all run around like crazy people. Up until this point, she had never tackled stairs by herself.

When she was about 2 1/2 I was nursing her brother and she came out of the bathroom declaring what a good girl she was for taking her medicine. That stopped my heart 'cause I knew she had swallowed something- but just what was the 'medicine'? Turns out she had scaled up the linen closet to the top and found the Benadryl. I don't know how she managed to get it open- childproof my A@@! She drank about half the bottle. We ended up at the emergency room and DH met us there from work. She had to drink that nasty charcoal stuff. It was nearly impossible for the nurses to get her to drink it, so DH had to do it. He's always been the calm one in a crisis.

originally posted by sunsparkle

I always operate under the philosophy of "Better Safe than Sorry" with my children and if I have the feeling something isn't right, I get it checked out because you never know.

You are so right!!! Nothing beats a mom's intuition. Thank goodness you listened to yours!!

 

[TimeforMe]

I've had several scares over the years, but the one that literally made my life flash before my eyes was:

We were vacationing on Cape Cod when DD was about 6 and DS about 4 1/2. We had all gone to get ice cream and returned to our beach chairs and umbrella. We were at Nauset Beach which is huge, big waves, cold water, etc. When we got near our beach chairs we stopped to talk for a second before returning to our seats. Well, DS lost sight of us so started to walk to the left looking for our flowered umbrella. When DH and I realized he wasn't with us, we both began running to the right (1st mistake). We ran several hundred yards calling his name. People began to ask what he looked like, what he was wearing, etc. when a lifeguard came up to us for information. We gave her all the info and she radio'ed to the other lifeguards. Dh ran back in the other direction, the whole beach was looking for him then we finally got word they found him. Maybe 15 minutes had passed, but it felt like FOREVER! The thought of possibly having to leave the beach without him was unthinkable. I ran to him and collapsed with him in my arms sobbing uncontrollably. It is without question, one of the most disturbing events to ever occur in my life. Needless to say, we watched him like hawk from then on and I thank God for giving us another chance.

 

[cgcw]

I also have a beach story.

With DS9, the scariest moment had to be the first time we took him to the ocean. We just settled in with all of our stuff. DS4 was only 16 months at the time. Older DS (6 at the time) asked me if he could go into the waves. I said okay -- which in hind sight I never should have done.

Little DS is just playing around at the point where the waves broke on the ground. DH starts putting sun screen on himself which meant he took off his glasses and couldn't see a thing. Little DS starts wandering down the beach so I start chasing him. No sooner do I start that, when I look up and older DS is floating down the beach with the current.

By this time, the little guy had wandered far enough from DH that I'm trying to call to both DH and my older son, neither one can hear me. I can't go running after older DS with younger DS in my arms. I can't get DH's attention to come and help me. Older DS is having a grand old time, playing in the waves but what he didn't realize was he was getting farther and farther down the beach from us. I'm panicking because I don't know whether to try and chase after older DS or scoop younger DS up and run back to my DH.

Eventually, DH put his glasses back on and couldn't figure out why I was so panicked (leave it to a dad ).

All turned out okay, we never let either DS into the ocean again by themselves. It was really a stupid move on my part to even allow him to wander in by himself. I guess I just didn't realize how far he could drift in such a short period of time.

Very, very scary.

 

[twinmomplus2new]

All of my kids have had somthing they have had done to them not necessarily on purpose.
My DD 17 was bitten by the neighbors dog, after spending 20 minutes there on a play date, It was her first time away from me. (1 street over) I was in a perpetual state of fear for 3 days. They were not sure she would not have paralysis in her face. Or if her eye would stop twitching. She got upwards of 70 stitches. It was horrible.

DD now 9. The day before his brothers christening jumped on a tree limb, It snapped back and hit him in the face, Fractured his cheek. He looked like someone hit him with a bat. To add insult to injury Dad was jumping on the tree as well.
Same child had a lump in his leg that for 3 days we thought was cancer. Turned out to be scar tissue from a DPT.

Twin DS's 3. My god where to start, They have pushed the big screen TV over when they were 2. Narrowly missing the other brother standing on the floor.
one of them tripped over a baby gate at 18 mts, and broke his leg. on a Tuesday, I took him everyday to the DR's and the ER and everyday they told me it was not broken, On Saturday I had enough and took him to Childrens and Indeed it was broken.
His brother got his head stuck in a bench, Once at Beach Club. And once in a bar stool here.
Also same child. Again Dad was watching. I was driving DD to work twins were in the yard. 3 locked gates betwwen them and the elevated pool deck, Dad had opened all 3!!!!! And left the twins in the yard and went to the front of the house for a smoke and to answer his cellphone. THANK GOD I had not left yet. I went around back to get somthing see the gates open and literally almost Vomit. No DH anywhere.... Baby (2) on the pool deck leaning in. I freaked ran grabbed him, Started screaming like a nut. My Dh was pissed said That I made it up that theres no way he could get up the pool stairs. Honestly if I had not come back I would NOT have my son. I guarantee it. He never would have even checked the pool. As he said there is no way he would have been up there. 3 days later at my sons communion party. With approximatly 30 children in the house/yard ( Late October mind you) He opened all the gates and went in the house. KIDS EVERYWHERE!!! I heard a splash and ran out. Needless to say. We are getting a divorce, And every freaking pool lock has been changed. and I have the only key.

 

[TheOtherVillainess]

Not me but my sister....
When she had just learned to crawl, Mom took Lizzie to church with her to work on something...vac bible school stuff or whatever. Mom put Lizzie down on the floor to play while she did whatever it was she had to do. Mom didn't realize that when she left the room she was in, Lizzie followed her. Mom walked into another room and started to close the door, shutting the door on Lizzie's right hand, cutting off the end of her pinky. Totally freaked Mom out, as well it should.

TOV

 

[MelessaG]

I found my DD (now 6) at age 2 with an empty bottle of cough syrup in her hand and no puddle. I called poison control in hysterics-and I love the people who answer the phone there. He asked if there was any on her face or hands-I said no, and that previously I had to hold her down to get her to take it. His guess was that I hadn't looked hard enough for the 'puddle.' After promising to call back in 10 minutes, he sent me on a puddle hunt-sure enough-she had poured it out in her play kitchen sink. He called back and we had a good laugh. That was 2 kids ago, and I've had to talk to him twice since then-one for each kid, but neither one as scary as an entire bottle of cough syrup. All three were false alarms though-thank goodness.

 

[Feralpeg]

When Kendall was 7, we were waiting for the gates to open to the monorail at TTC. It was first thing in the morning. We were standing in a line. I turned my head to look at a sign. Several bus loads of people emptied into the queue area. When I turned back, Kendall was missing. I started yelling for her, but there were so many people I couldn't hear anything. People started asking me what she was wearing, but no one saw her. I found a CM and told him she was lost. He told me not to worry. Ha! About that time, the gate opened for the monorail. The crowd started moving away. By this time, it had been about 5 minutes since I'd lost her. I was frantic. I was trying to see her in the moving crowd when I felt this little tug on my shirt. I looked down and there she was. She was crying. She just kept saying "I hugged a trashcan". We both stood there and cried. The CM kept telling us that we shouldn't be crying when we were in the happiest place on earth. When we finally calmed down, he gave Kendall a special magnet reserved for kids that have been lost at WDW. I've never been so scared!

 

[jwsqrdplus2]

When DD5 was about 2, she got DH's bottle of valium open. After a frantic search, call to Drs and poison control, we determined she ingested about 1/4 tablet. Which it turned out was the appropriate dose for her age and body weight. She was home sick with DH (I was at work) when it happened, and pretty much slept off the illness after that!

DD2 was 18 months when she took a few years off my life for the first time! We were at a beach condo, and I was making dinner. DH was watching TV and the girls were playing. They started chasing each other and DD trips and falls. And starts SCREAMING. I go pick her up and try to calm her down. I discovered she had a filthy diaper, so I changed it. No change; still screaming. They she throws up all over herself and me; no change, still screaming. After I put on clean clothes (DD still wearing only a diaper because she is still screaming hysterically and randomly puking), I look around at where DDs were playing. I saw a pile of coins that I knew older DD had been playing with. I also noticed that the nickel was missing. I asked older DD where the nickel was. Her reply, "I don't know, Sissy was playing with it." An hour later the X-ray confirmed that she had swallowed the nickel and it had wedged in her throat. She had to be put under anesthesia and have it removed. The next morning, DH packed up the car (we were going home that day anyway), drove to the hospital with older DD, picked up me and younger DD and we went home. We still have that nickel in its speciman cup on the mantle. We plan to give it back to younger DD when she has her first kid!

 

[Blondie]

I'd have to say that while at Busch Gardens Williamsburg during the 4th of July crowd and realizing that my 4 y.o. was no longer walking with us was downright horrid!

That, and when my oldest burned his hand and my DH called me at work and asked "what does a 2nd or 3rd degree burn look like?" made my heart jump out of my chest. I had him bring him right into the hospital where I met them in the ER, and he ended up having 2nd degree burns.

 

[LadyAurora]

My niece gave the whole family a scare one October. My sister-in-law called us and said Alyssa (who has Down's Syndrome) was missing, and would we come help search. Alyssa was about 6 at the time. All the neighbors, the police, and the whole family were searching the neighborhood, the creek behind the house (especially scary), everywhere. I was in the house, in case someone needed something from there, or in case Alyssa just showed up. I was wandering through the house...when I got the feeling I should look in her room. Sure enough, she had curled up in a little ball underneath the table holding her dollhouse, which had a floor-length tablecloth. No one had seen her under there. She took several years off her mother's life that night, for sure!!

My sister gave Mom a scare when I was nine and she was four...we left church, pulled out onto the gravel road and my sister rolled right our the door of the car onto the road. The other cars pulling out stopped in time, thank goodness. Wendy's clothes weren't messed up at all, didn't even tear her tights...she landed on her face. Come to think of it, I probably scared Mom too, since I was out of the car and in the road with my sister in front of the traffic before she could get there.

 

[BrerMom]

Youngest son.....so many choices, so little time.

Could have been the time he ate "something" off the floor near the pharmacy counter. Please, learn from my lesson: everybody knows that ipecac syrup makes a person vomit. No problem, the pharmacist gives him ipecac (that I had to pay for FIRST). I take him to the restroom, he throws up and I think all is well. That's the way it's supposed to work, right? He asks for a snack and the pharmacist doesn't say a word, so I buy him one. After all, poor kid, he's just been through a lot, right? I'm so lucky we made it home before he threw up again ... and again ... and again ...

The scariest was probably the time he escaped from the house. 15 months. Think how little this is. He couldn't even talk at all yet, but he was very mobile AND agile. We learned that day that he could unlock and open the front door. I don't think I've screamed that loud since. He was really only four houses away, but it was around the corner. A neighbor, bless her little heart, chewed me out in the middle of the street for not taking care of my child. We had deadbolts put on all the doors the next week. It didn't stop him, but at least it bought me some time when I heard him dragging the kitchen stool to the door.

 

[Mad4Mickey]

DS is always doing something scary .....

He has dove out his bedroom window onto the trampoline . His bedroom is upstairs !

He has taken his mattress downstairs and ran out of his room and dove over the banaster onto it.

We were Scuba diving in Cozumel and were at about 80 Ft and he points at his gage and gives me the "out of air sign" of course I am sitting there shaking my head and giving him the "low air" sign . He is looking back at me and shaking his head regiving the " no air" sign . Guess what when I looked he realy had NO air .He had to use my air for the trip back to the surface .

Strange part is I no gray hair