The first time I called 911

We were waiting for the bus that takes Sean to camp this morning on the front porch. J.D and Katy were playing and J.D. fell down so I went to pick him up and Katy spit up just a little bit because she thought it was her fault and was upset. While I was attending to them I looked around and Sean who had been standing right next to the front porch was gone. I took J.D. and Katy inside and began to look for Sean. I looked and looked and screamed and screamed until my throat hurt. The bus came and the bus driver helped me look. After several minutes I told the bus aide to call 911. I was so scared I can't put it into words adequately. The only other time I was more scared in my whole life was when Katy turned blue and went limp. I picked up the phone and dialed William because I know he can calm me like no other and I needed to remain calm. Before he could answer I heard Sean's voice and looked down, he had crawled under the house again! I just dropped the phone and went to tearing the siding off the front of the house to get him out. William will fix it today, no excuses!!! William was still on the line when I finally realized that I had not hung up the phone before I dropped it. He was so scared just trying to figure out what was going on. I told him what happened and of course he was relieved that Sean was fine. The bus driver and I cleaned Sean up and he got on the bus. It has been an hour and a half and I am still shaky.