I wanted to share this story with you because it has been all-consuming these past few weeks. The weekend before Christmas my family and I went to Discovery Kingdom for a day of fun. Reece had officially started his Christmas vacation and we were all ready to have a great time. We arrived and were met with a huge line of cars trying to get into the parking lot. I had my husband go ahead and take the two boys while I waited and parked. Thirty minutes later I was finally parked and got the stroller out and loaded it with jackets and snacks and other essentials. Bryce’s blankie was among those essential items.
|Bryce loved to feel the texture |
of his blankie.
I walked into the park and met up with the kids and hubby and had the most fantastic day. The park was empty so there were no lines and we were able to see and do any and everything we wanted to. It started to get cold in the evening and so we took off and headed towards the parking lot. I asked my husband to put Bryce’s blankie on him because I was worried that he would be cold with the wind. “We don’t have his blanket,” he said. I argued with him because I could vividly remember picking it up and putting it in the stroller. That’s when the sick feeling in my stomach started. He was so sure it would be in the car when we got there. It wasn’t.
|Professional pictures w/ blankie.|
I don’t know about you but my children are blankie boys. Reece is growing out of it a little bit but his blankie still has the power to right almost any wrong and soothe his fears and his hurts. Bryce is younger and is even more dependent on his blankie than Reece. Bryce started crying for his blankie and the next hour was a complete blur. I ran back to the park and checked in the lost and found. I searched the park – even looked in garbage cans. I ran back to the parking lot and was asking the attendants if they had seen a green blankie. Nobody had seen anything. I was in tears. Bryce was in tears. It was AWFUL.
|Bryce wrapped Pluto up in his |
blankie at Disneyland.
The whole way home I could hear Bryce whimpering in the back. It was gut-wrenching. He kept asking, “Where me green blankie?” “Where me light green blankie?” As if clarifying that it was his “light” green blankie would help me to locate it. We went back and forth the whole drive home trying to figure out where and when it was lost and came up with nothing. We never saw it the whole day and didn’t realize it was missing until we were leaving.
|Blankie was always with him for naps.|
To make matters worse, this was not one of the three blankets I had made for him during my pregnancy. I made him three, beautiful, soft blankies and as a baby he chose this light green one that my cousin Janelle had purchased at a shop somewhere and mailed to me. I didn’t know what to do. Plans started forming in my mind but I had to exhaust all other options first. I put a call into my Grandma and had her contact Janelle to see if she could tell us anything about where she had bough the blankie at – nothing. I was so depressed. I think I cried for hours that first night and Bryce did the same. He slept terrible that night. And the next night. And the next. It was heartbreaking to see and my husband told me that no three year-old should have to go that kind of traumatic event. This may seem to be an exaggeration but I can tell you it is not. It was just so sad.
This blankie of his had been through everything with Bryce and had the scars to prove it. Over the past year or so I had to patch it three different times and it had a hole that needed to be patched. I decided that I was going to make him one – as close to the original as I could. To make a long story short (or a little less long!), after several failed attempts at choosing the right yarn – I found it! Bryce’s blankie was very thick and there were no gaps or holes like most crocheted blankets or afghans. It was a chevron pattern but one solid color. I pulled up pictures of him holding his blankie and zoomed in to see how it was made. Lucky for me I have crocheted a lot and I figured out what to do. It took several tries but with Bryce’s help I have succeeded! I took Bryce to the store with me to pick out the yarn, I showed him every day what I was working on. I called this new blankie “blankie” and I let him hold it.
I wanted him to start feeling some attachment to the blankie and was hoping and praying that this new blankie would be an adequate replacement for his lost one. The week before Christmas I spent hours each day working on the blankie. It required two threads of yarn (pulling from two different skeins) and single crochets so it was a slow process. Many posts went unposted but I had a plan and a mission and every day that I saw my baby looking for his blankie and asking for it fueled my drive to complete this as soon as possible.
|These patches are identical to the ones I made for|
his original blankie since I had leftover yarn.
I wasn’t able to have it for him by Christmas but it was done a few days after. I was so nervous! Would he accept this new blankie as his own? Would he love it? After all that work I hoped so but more importantly I just want him to have his blankie again. That final day I sewed on two patches that were made out of the same yarn that I had made the original patches of on his original blankie. That did the trick.
|At Discovery Kingdom on Sunday.|
The first few days I had to remind him to get blankie out of bed and to take blankie with him. But by day three, he was asking for blankie and carrying him everywhere. I was so relieved! This past weekend we visited Discovery Kingdom again – this time with his new blankie. Trust me, vigilant is too mild of a term to describe our watch over blankie. It truly brought tears to my eyes to see how happy Bryce was with his new blankie and that it was truly just “blankie” to him.
|My blankie boys this past weekend with their friend.|
|Bryce with his new blankie today.|