As I lay here in bed tonight listening to all the crazy sounds my apartment has to offer, I can't help but think back to the story that happened to me and the boys when they were younger. And yes this might sound like a false story but its very true every angle. But before telling you this story I hope this helps so I can sleep better at nights and won't ever happen again..
Well back in August of 2009 we had just moved into our second apartment which was in up in Murray. And the boys were about 7 months old and weren't really doing much at the time picking up toys put them on their mouths, and were up odd hours of the night to get a bottle to go back to sleep. So on this particular night in August, I had got up because I could hear the boys crying. So got up and was just turning on the water in the sick, when I heard a strange sound coming from the front door. So I went to go turn on the light and look out front, when I saw a strange metal like object going up and down the door jam. So I kinda freaked out and ran into the bedroom to wake up Jed. I startled him so he runs into the kitchen holding a forceful weapon. The next thing I really remember is that we called the cops to get a police report on it, cause the door jam was torn up. Anyways I have a hard really going back to bed that night, so I finally just get early that next day to go to work..
Well got to work safely that day, and I probably got home around 5:30 or so, to find that my front sort was wide open. Everything was everywhere things were torn out every crack in my house. So I immediately call Jed leaving me and the boys in my car (just in case who ever was in there wasn't going to harm me or my boy). He said call the cops and ill be there real soon. So I did as I was told, and the cops came did some finger prints, asked a couple questions like if we can see something that they might have taken. Well I tried to walk through the front to look, and all my expensive things were still there, my X-box. Pills etc...The police hand me a card telling me if Anything else happens let me know. I said all right and got to cleaning up our house. Well needless to say that night was a terrible night to be sleeping in that house. Bit I seemed to have made it through.
But that's not the end of the story it gets worse. The next morning after I woke up, my mom calls me to tell that there isn't very many kids so I don't have to come down to work today. Which I though was good because of my sleepless nights. Well Jed came home that day to have lunch with us, and right before he got there I jumped into the shower to get cleaned, so my hair was wet. We than hurried and ate lunch so he could get back to work. And when he was gone I put the boys in the walkers in the front room so I could hurry and blow dry my hair. Normally I put my head upside down to start blow drying it, next thing I know is someone grabs my shoulders with force, thinking it was Jed, I stood up to find it wasn't him.. I'm dreaming out by now, he grabs me throws me into the bedroom while my boys are in the front room still. I called Jed telling him to turn around than fastly hang up to call 911.. this guy than pops his head through the door and tells me " I'm Taking Them". All I really remember from that point is when the police arrived they had search dogs everywhere, investigators getting finger prints. And remembered my house was trashed once again. But as you should know I still have my boys to this day, how I got them back you ask? Well that's the weird part before the guy took off running or what ever he did he pretty much threw them to me in my room and I hugged them so hard and cried so hard at the same time.
So as I sit here by myself in bed listening to all these sounds I can't help but think of those 48 hours that all of that happened.I want to thank all those people that were there for me like Jed's parents cause they let is stay at their boys for as long as I wanted. My whole family, how can I not love them all..I do really love them all!
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