toddler locks himself in his parents’ bedroom

April 22, 2008 at 9:50 pm 7 comments

How was that for a headline? Yes, our little Jackson managed to get locked in my bedroom today with no one with him to unlock the door and get him out. I called Todd at work and asked him for the best course of action. I had already tried the credit card, nail file and screwdriver tricks that always work on primetime TV in mere seconds. I couldn’t take the door down because the hinges were in the bedroom, not on my side of the door.

Todd told me to take the door knob off. Alex went to find a philips screwdriver for me while I talked with Jackson. I wanted him close to the door so I knew he wasn’t opening drawers and emptying them in the bathroom.

I unscrewed the doorknob without too much trouble. I pulled half of the doorknob out and then carefully pushed the other side off into the room. Now I had a little hole where I could peer at Jackson through the door. He thought this was hilarious. He was lying down with my toothbrush in his mouth which is harmless enough (much better than emptying the contents of my jewelery armoire onto the floor). He hadn’t cried at all during the 15 minutes since he had been in the room alone.

Jackson took great fascination in his half of the doorknob that appeared quite suddenly in the room. He picked it up and tried to put it back on the door while I was trying to unlock it with a screwdriver. Then Alex got a pencil and tried to figure it out. Jackson took possession of the pencil during this ordeal.

I called Todd. I couldn’t figure out how to unlock the door. If it were any of the other kids, I would just have them wait in there for a few hours until Todd got home. I could shove cheese sticks and beef jerkey through the little hole in the door. He reminded me that anyone else would have been able to unlock the door and get out. Yeah, right.

Todd told me I would just have to look at it and figure it out. I tried that. I was stumped. Todd didn’t want to come home. He decided to call one of our neighbors. The nice gentleman came and quickly assessed the situation. At this point, Jackson started making some noise. He sounded worried to see a strange man fooling with his peephole, so I talked to him and then he got quiet again. My neighbor asked for a screwdriver and then about 10 seconds later, the door was open. I was really thankful that Jackson was safe and that Todd didn’t have to bike home for a 10 second job. That wouldn’t have gone over very well.

Jackson didn’t really do much “damage,” which is quite out of character. He had my toothbrush which I already mentioned, my makeup brush was on the floor and all 3 drawers were opened in the bathroom but nothing else was out of place. He had emptied a tissue box so there were kleenex scattered on one side of the room. That’s all. Not too bad for having free reign for about half an hour.

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7 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Aura  |  April 23, 2008 at 6:29 am

    Oh dear! The trials and tribulations of parenthood! You should write a book! 🙂

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  • 2. papa  |  April 23, 2008 at 8:39 am

    How funny! I sympathize with everyone in the story, including the kindly neighbor who came to the rescue 🙂 Give each of my grandkids hugs and kisses, and take a few yourself, dear daughter.

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  • 3. emvest  |  April 23, 2008 at 8:57 am

    Sounds all too familiar — same thing happened to me a few weeks ago. (http://tinyurl.com/5wtwsz)

    Glad your neighbor was able to help out!

    Hugs,
    Erin

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  • 4. Beth in TX  |  April 23, 2008 at 9:21 am

    And me, too! See my last post. 🙂

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  • 5. Alisa Beatty  |  April 23, 2008 at 11:00 am

    You have a book in the making with these stories. I’d buy a copy.

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  • 6. Whitney in KY  |  April 23, 2008 at 11:13 am

    Guinever, you are much calmer than I. This same thing happened to me right after we had moved. Boxes were everywhere. Kathryn was about 13 months old. She’d locked herself in her brother’s room. I, much unlike you, did not remain calm. I went straight to the phone and called 911. While I was waiting for the fire department to arrive, I remembered, “Oh yeah, why don’t I pray?” Suddenly, magically the door popped open. The firemen shook their heads after they arrived and probably thought, “NERVOUS MOM!”

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  • 7. RemmyX25  |  April 24, 2008 at 11:41 am

    Wow, I never imagined this would happen. Kudos on getting your child out before anything else happened!

    Reply

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