911

I usually hate writing long stories because I usually don't read peoples long stories on their blogs. I'm all about the pictures as you've probably all noticed, but I just had to share this freaky experience!
Wednesday afternoon before Thanksgiving I was home with Wyatt nursing him in the bonus room above the garage as I watched TV. Zach was gone, he was working on a 10 page paper at school all day.
So I hear someone knocking on the door downstairs, but I'm busy nursing so I can't get it, and I don't answer the door when Zach's not home because a girl in our neighborhood got drug out of her house from a solicitor last year, she luckily got away. So unless someone tells me they are coming over or calls I just don't answer the door unless Zach's here. A few minutes later whoever is at the door is ringing the doorbell and knocking really hard (I swear I heard them trying to open the door, but I could be wrong.) A few minutes after that I hear a loud ruckus outside, then it's even louder and sounds like someone is trying to break into the house!
I frantically call Zach and say "Someone is breaking into the house!!!" Then I hear footsteps coming upstairs! So I say "Someones coming up the stairs!!!!!!!!" Zach immediately says "Call 911!"
I call 911 and the operator says "What's your address?" I am trying to whisper because I think someone is about to the top of the stairs ready to rape and kill me or shoot me and Wyatt. The operator keeps saying "I can't hear you." I keep saying our address over and over, and she keeps giving me the wrong address back. I am getting a little louder and loader every time and she's still struggling with the address. I said to her "Someone is in my house!!!!" Finally she got it and said "I have officers on their way." She said "tell me what you hear?" Then I would say "I hear them walking around right now!" It was hard for me to tell where the footsteps where coming from. It sounded like the footsteps were downstairs in the kitchen and then I'd think I heard footsteps coming upstairs. I was completely TERRIFIED!!!!! The operator asked "Do you have a gun?" I said "It's under our bed, it's a shot gun and I don't know how to use it." She said "Don't get the gun." I continued to tell her what was going on in the house.
Wyatt was just staring at me because I'd woken him up and I'm sure he could sense my terror. I was freaking out because I thought Wyatt would start crying and I didn't want whoever was in the house to know we were upstairs. I thought, is this going to be the last time I see Wyatt? I hope they don't kill him! I was so nervous I thought I was going to pee my pants!
The 15 minute wait seemed like an eternity until the officers arrived! They searched the outside of the house for a way to get in, but they couldn't find a way in the house. The operator told me I would have to go downstairs and open the door for the officers. I thought I was going to cry! I told her "I'm so scared!!!" She said "You have to do it they can't get in." I asked her what to do with Wyatt. I thought, should I keep him upstairs so he'll live? I was sure I'd get shot or clobbered as I tried to get out to the front door. She said "No, take him with you." I got up and got ready to dash down the hall and down the stairs. I was shaking so hard, I honestly thought I was about to die.
So I took off running with my jello legs down the stairs holding Wyatt in my arms as tight as I could. I tried frantically to get the front door unlocked and I ran out front.
There were neighbors all over the street. The cop had blocked off the road and they and some guys Zach had called to come over were coming around the side of the house. I was so relieved I made it out alive.
Then the cops went inside to check it out. After a bit they came back out and said they searched everywhere and no one was in there. They neighborhood teens said they saw a guy in a red truck with a ladder out front.
I asked to check out the house to see if anything was stolen. Nothing was. As I headed back out, I saw on the door handle a sign that said Digis (our internet company we got rid of a month prior) had come to take our satellite dish. We called and sure enough that was it.
So that ruckus outside was the ladder and then him climbing the ladder against the house and then his footsteps were him walking on the house. I was under a different roof of the house and down a hall so the noises completely sounded like someone was in the house. I felt pretty stupid, but then I thought, that would freak anyone out to wake up from a nap, or get out of the shower and hear foot steps on their roof!
Anyway, I'm glad I didn't die, I'm glad Wyatt is still alive and I still get to see his smiling face. I'm glad when Zach rushed out from school his 10 page paper was still saved, I'm glad I still get to have him in my life, and I'm so grateful for Eric and Trent for rushing over to try to help save me. Thanks guys. It's good to be alive :)

Love this little guy and his sweet little smile :)