The kiddo was only five weeks old and I was dealing with postpartum ambivalence.  Basically I hadn't bonded with my baby.  Since I had been taking care of babies or have been around babies since I was six years old, the routine of taking care of the kiddo wasn't overwhelming.  In fact it was just rote. 

Since it was the week before I was supposed to start back to work, I had been sending her to daycare since the previous week so I could get used to the routine.  However, for some reason we both slept late that day and when I realized it was a little after 8:30 in the morning CST, I jumped up and immediately started getting ready to go through the rote routine of getting my daughter ready for daycare. 

When we got in the car, I heard that a plane had crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center. I thought, "Gosh, that's terrible!", but I kept on driving.  Then the radio said the South Tower had been hit and it is now believed that it was an attack on America. "No way! I thought." I just couldn't believe it so I kept on driving. When we got to the daycare, the teachers were waving people away telling them they were closed. They were frantically trying to call parents to pick up their children.  I finally snapped out of my haze and asked them if they wanted me to help call parents. I helped them for about 20 minutes all the while holding my baby.

When I got into my car I called my father to ask him what the in hell was going on.  He worked at  Ellington Air Force Base and managed the radar site. It was his job to make sure they were running properly.  When I couldn't get a hold of him I things were really bad.  He ended up having to spend the night at the site that day.

When the kiddo and I finally got home, I made sure I had the house secure and weapons within reach. I didn't put my child down for almost the entire day. My only thought was nobody was going to hurt my baby and I will kill to make sure they don't.  I remember I was dead serious about it, too.  I turned on the television and watched the horrific images and listened to the devastating reports of the event. I WILL NEVER FORGET.
 
   

 


 
 
eddiec on
Re: 9-11-2001
Thank you for sharing. Voted.
myclette on
Re: 9-11-2001
Thanks!
lizardbeth on
Re: 9-11-2001
I was actually at Josie's when it happened. I remember sitting there and watching the coverage until my stomach hurt. Josie had gone to work but came home later that morning because they were closing down the building where she worked. I remember calling the other attorney in my office (we were in downtown Chicago at the time) and she told me that were shutting down all of downtown and sending everyone home. I was scheduled to fly out that Sunday but wasn't sure I could even get home. There were no trains, buses or cars available either. My parents actually offered to drive to Phoenix to get me! I did finally fly home that Sunday. Planes had started flying again on Saturday. I remember how eerie it was going to the airport. Everything was closed and  only minimal staff was there. Then I later found out that my friend's Dad, who was a window washer at the World Trade Center, had died. He was in the maintenance office on top of one of the towers, and the last time his family spoke with him he was trying to help someone in a wheelchair get down. I don't know if that was before or after the plane hit the building he was in. They never found his body.
myclette on
Re: 9-11-2001
Beth, that is terrible! I know you were terrified flying back home!

I'm sorry about your dad's friend. Its so bad when they can't find the body. My friend had an uncle New Orleans they never found after Katrina. Just horrible.
lizardbeth on
Re: 9-11-2001
I wasn't really scared flying back. But it was a bit creepy. The best part is that my boss wanted me to fly to St. Louis for something a week later and I flat out told her no. She never said anything but she was really pissed at me.

It was awful. And my friend was out of the country at the time. It was horrible for her. It took days for her to finally get home. It's bad enough to watch that unfolding on tv, but when it is someone you know it really hits home. I feel for your friend as well. I imagine it is especially difficult when you lack the closure of seeing the body, burying it and all the rest. When you can't do that everything feels... unfinished.

 
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