Thain
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I'm cross posting this from a mothering message board my wife frequents. This poor woman is justifably freaked out, and I was looking for some strategies to minimize the risk. My suggestions were to make sure there was no direct line from window to bed, keep the kids out of the front rooms or on a second story.
Oh, and "Get out of that neighborhood." is already being considered, but she's lookign for something a wee bit more practical I imagine.
Note: The mothering board uses its own shorthand, most is typical internet speak. Some, like DH, DD, DS are unique. DH = Dear Husband, DD = Dear Daughter, and so forth.
I also bring this up, because drive-by shootings are a risk for many of us. No matter how many weapons you stockpile, or how tacticool your new holster, bullets getting sprayed into your bedroom at 7:30 is going to suck.
Short of wallpapering with kevlar, what can you do?
Oh, and "Get out of that neighborhood." is already being considered, but she's lookign for something a wee bit more practical I imagine.
Note: The mothering board uses its own shorthand, most is typical internet speak. Some, like DH, DD, DS are unique. DH = Dear Husband, DD = Dear Daughter, and so forth.
I'm so freaked out. If this doesn't reveal the power of a mother's
instinct, I don't know what will...
DS sleeps with us, but after I nurse him at around 7:30, he'll fall
asleep. He's quite the bed explorer during sleep, so even though we
have rails I almost always put him in his crib which is beside my bed,
parallel to 2 large windows that are about 15 feet from the street.
Sunday night (a week from this past Sunday) I told dh, we need to move
our bedroom furniture around - I don't like ds' crib being in front of
the windows. Our neighborhood is "transitional" - you know, huge
victorian houses and small shacks all jumbled together, prostitutes,
drug dealers, and moms with babes walking the same block. I was afraid
something might happen to him since he's so close to the road.
DH was really annoyed, but fell prey to my persuasiveness and we spent
about 3 hours trying to arrange our furniture, only to put it back the
way it was because our house is so small and that's the only way we
could make things fit. I kept insisting that I didn't want it like it
was, and that we'd need to pare down the furniture. He thought I was
nuts but I kept saying I didn't think it was safe.
On Monday, the next day, we went to bed at 10:00. DS was still in his crib.
I heard a gunshot about a block away. DH and I laughed, said 'we've
really gotta get out of this neighborhood'.
I guess on some level I must have heard the sound of the car as it
drove away though it was at least a block away.
I heard a car outside my house. My BLOOD RAN COLD. I know what that
feels like, now. I knew KNEW it was that car. I jumped out of the bed.
Started to get DS out of crib. Heard BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG just as
fast as you can read it.
By the time I heard the last shot, I was already on the floor with DS
in the hall, in the interior of my house.
I'm shaking now as I write this.
DH called the police, of course. They didn't find them. Apparently
they'd been shooting up the neighborhood for an hour and we hadn't
heard them because we were working on projects. Police didn't come for
an hour?
DS slept between myself (I was wide awake all night listening for that
car) and dh for the rest of the night.
Our cosleeping arrangement is ruined. I'm terrified to have him sleep
in my room with me. I moved his crib in his sister's room at the back
of the house, and he's been sleeping there all night, though I rock
and nurse him when he wakes up and then put him back in the crib.
I don't want him in a crib. I want him in my bed. I'd move to the back
bedroom, too, but that means DD would be in front, and though she
still gets in the bed with us sometimes she really prefers her own
bed.
There isn't room for all of us in one room (we only have two bedrooms).
I'm so sad, and scared. We won't be able to move til after December
when DH finishes his Master's degree.
I just wanted to get this off my chest and hear other people's ideas
about what I should do. I've not wanted to write about it til now and
suddenly I felt like I was going to bust open if I didn't write it
down. Mothering is a safe place for me, so I wanted to write about it
here.
Thanks for reading this far. I've spent the past week with my baby in
another room. It doesn't feel right, but it's that, or no sleep at all
due to my fears..
I also bring this up, because drive-by shootings are a risk for many of us. No matter how many weapons you stockpile, or how tacticool your new holster, bullets getting sprayed into your bedroom at 7:30 is going to suck.
Short of wallpapering with kevlar, what can you do?