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Bad dream - keeping kids safe in case of seperation...

There is background to the dream I had last night...

A couple of months ago, Erik and Bryn and I went into the city to take Erik to the Royal Children's for his allergy testing. We took a train in, and then were going to take a tram out. We had the number and so waited at the Flinders Street end of Elizabeth street for the tram to arrive. Erik spots the right tram and yells out to me, "It's over there"... I tell him to hop on, while I try to get Bryn out of the stroller and onto the tram myself. Safely onboard, I look around to see where Erik is seated, and can't see him at all. I call out to him, but there is no response. Then I see the tram ahead of us pull out and a thought suddenly seizes my mind. I rush up the tram driver of the tram I'm on and ask him what number tram I'm on... He tells me and I realise I'm on the WRONG tram. I ask him what number just pulled out, and as I've already guessed it's the one I SHOULD be on...

I frantically tell the driver my 8 year has hopped on that tram, and is now travelling on his own, and the driver offers to call the other driver of the other tram and let him know so we can catch up before the two trams part way and I can get on the right tram... Just as all this is being sorted, Erik comes bursting onto the tram I'm on. He'd realised I'd gotten on the wrong tram, and had decided to hop off his tram at the next stop and run back and find me...

Ok, so that's the background...

Since then I've had two dreams about being seperated from the kids on public transport...

This mornings dream was about us running to catch a tram, but Luey and Bryn lagging behind, so I stopped to hurry them up while Erik ran on ahead. Luey and Bryn then mistakeningly hop on a bus heading in the opposite direction to that which the tram would be going, and I chase them onto the bus which immediately takes off. I realise Erik is now probably standing on the footpath wondering what the hell happened to us.

The thing that occurred to me then was that while I have a mobile phone, he doesn't, so I can't call him, and what's more he doesn't even have the number to MY phone, so he can't even go into a local business and ask to call me or anything... ARGH!

So, now I'm trying to figure out how to fix this issue, in real life (not in my dream), because I'm worried it might actually happen. I don't want to give the boy a mobile phone - he'd lose in within 24 hours, I'm sure... So, I need to figure out a way to give him my mobile number and work out a plan for IN CASE we get seperated... And seriously, why haven't I done this before now???

Comments

Kristie said…
1800 REVERSE [your number]

Work out the right numbers and attach it to his school bag.

You can get those plastic wrist bands as well for when you go out from the label places...

Then he does not have to carry money or anything like that, he just needs to be able to use a public phone.

If he gets really lost, he can ask someone to call the mobile part of the number you give him.

Reverse works with mobiles now :)
Sif said…
Oh cool! Thanks for that Kristie, I've seen the ads but it never even dawned on me to use that system...
Juniper said…
Sif, IMHO, he is old enough to *memorize* your phone number. I taught my kids our home number, address and mobile number when they started school (eg. 5yrs).

I guess having it attached to them somehow helps if they are unconscious etc..., but that would be rare to happen at the same time as you being separated. But yeah, Kirstie's idea sounds great too!

I often had dreams of losing DS when pregnant with DD, or DS drowning or dead. I think these dreams may be part based in a real fear, and part based in pregnancy.

As for mobile phones - yeah, DS11yrs isn't allowed to get one till Highschool, however he has access to our "spare" one on the occasion that he may be separated from us for brief periods (eg. if we all go shopping to a shopping centre, and he wants to stay in the Apple shop for longer or whatever while we move into another shop, or if he is on a day long excursion with friends etc...).
Stitch Sista said…
Oh you poor thing...I hate dreams like that!

F had a dream like this the other day where he was with my mum and he got on the train and left mum and M on the platform. YIKES.

Anyway hope you find a solution...but I think even being able to state their full name and address to someone is a good start.
katef said…
For a quick fix a friend of mine wrote her mobile number on the arm of her child with a permanent marker.... and someone rang it when she got lost at the Show.

I really liked the idea because it didn't give out any more information about the child that could be use to lure them away but was easily recognisable to the person who found the toddler.

I really like the 1800 reverse idea though - that is brilliant!
Sarah said…
Hugs Sif- i can kinda relate as i have recurring dreams about me and Maddox on escalators after a very close call ages ago.

anyway- when i was growing up mum used to work till 3:30 or so on some afternoons and id walk home (usually she would be home by the time i got there), She put a keyring info tag on a ribbon with the door key with her work number and home number on the tag ( using the old 1800 reverse type system and no other details)- i was hopeless and lost everything so the only option was to tie it round my neck and under my shirt.. anyway this was used on days out to the city or whatever also... had a few scenarios where i got lost and it came in handy.

Also - i'm so pleased (in your real life scenario) that Erik was so clued on as to realize that you were back at the other tram and jumped of to run back.
Rachael said…
Sif, you'd be surprised how often stuff like this happens. When we were little and travelling in Germany, my little brother and sister got separated from us via a lift in Frankfurt airport! So there was a massive language barrier as well (for them, my mom know German). In the end, they were found, and all was well, but it happens, so don't feel too bad about it. I like the 1800 reverse thing to avoid giving him a mobile phone and have heard the permanent marker thing Kate mentioned, too, when out. xx and ((HUGS)) for the freaky dreams!
Juniper said…
ooh, i like the permanent marker thing too!
Sif said…
Erik knows our home details, but he doesn't know my mobile number. Actually, the permanent marker is a good idea - because I've had to replace my phone three times in the last two years (terrible, I know!)...

Maybe dog tags would be a good idea too, with something cool on the front, but our numbers on the back of the tags (where it isn't totally obvious he's tagged with our numbers, rofl)...
cramstankin said…
oh wow, how scary. that would have played on my mind too! i saw online somewhere an idea for kids having info attached to them, without it looking *daggy* for the older kids. they use a thick silver chain, like the ones the cool kids wear that attach to a loop in their jeans, then the tag on the end of the chain goes in their pocket. the tag is colourful and you can put new info in there i guess as your number changes or whatever and they looked really cool. you could do it yourself too i guess, would be fairly easy and perhaps he'd like to wear it as a very trendy accessory?

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