Lost Peanut

I lost James for a few minutes at the Play Place today. He wandered over to the puppet show while I was lifting Merryn up, so when I turned around, he was gone. I was trying to stay calm, but started to panic. It was terrifying. I asked at the front desk and they quickly found him. Sometimes I feel I have sort of a PTSD condition, so afraid of losing them somehow. It was humiliating too--how could I lose my own child?!