An article for Psycom.net. Summer camp had just begun, and it was the first hot day of the year. The air outside looked wavy. I strapped my baby daughter into her car seat and kissed her chubby cheeks. Chelsea was impish and just shy of one year. She looked up at me with wide eyes and giggled, “Mama”.
On average, The National Safety Council says, 38 children die forgotten in cars each year in the US from heat-related deaths. At the time, I was a 39-year-old stay-at-home mom of three, and I felt constantly overwhelmed with tasks, yet I never imagined I could forget my child.
