The Beach Visit That Never Ended – Part Two

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Part one here.

After a couple of hours, we packed up and head back to our homes since both babies were hungry and/or tired. I pushed Wito up the hill from hell and as I got to the top, I noticed something. My ring was not on my finger. My stomach instantly dropped 1,000 feet.

I mentally retraced my steps, hoping I would remember taking it off at my house before walking down to the beach. But no, I had the ring on my finger when I arrived. I instantly tore apart the stroller, looking through every blanket, bag and compartment, but it was gone. And the tears started to flow because I knew it was somewhere buried in the sand (SAND! DAMN YOU, SAND!) on our big beach.

And it was my ring. My RING. Forget the fact that it was such a beautiful band from my favorite place, it was the band that D gave me when I had Wito. It was the band that, after a particularly rough delivery and frightening week in the NICU, D slid into my palm while I was preparing for a nap after returning home with our beautiful little boy. It was the band that meant more to me than anyone could imagine. Gone. In the sand.

How could I have been so stupid? So distracted? I never wear jewelry to the beach!

I immediately called Brenda. She told me she would meet me back at our spot and would help look for it. She walked back down to the beach with a hungry baby in tow, just to help me out. What a friend!

And so we looked and looked, on our hands and knees, fingers raking the sand for this tiny and delicate ring. Several strangers offered to help and we formed our own little search party, but time passed and we had nothing to show for it. I thanked everyone for their help, but realized without a metal detector, we had no hope. With so many people walking around the area, it most likely had become buried deeper. Poor Wito was so starving and tired. I wanted to stay at the beach and stake my ground, but I didn’t have any food for him. I had no choice but to go home. Everyone dispersed, Brenda reluctantly headed home and I started to walk back to my house. With no ring.

I wonder what people thought as they passed by me on the sidewalk. I couldn’t stop sobbing. I was so angry at myself for taking the ring off to put on Wito’s sunblock. So angry for becoming completely distracted and forgetting about the ring on the blanket. So angry for vigorously shaking and flipping the blanket out in the breeze before leaving, which most likely sent the ring flying through the air. So angry and sad.

I called D and he was very gentle, which was very reassuring. He told me not to give up yet, but if it was inevitable that the ring wasn’t going to be found, it was at least insured. That made me feel the tiniest bit of relief, but I didn’t want a new ring, I wanted my ring.

When I arrived home, my parents (who I called from the beach) had found some info about a metal-detecting service in my area. I called, but it was an answering machine, and I felt like time was ticking, so I made the executive decision to buy a metal detector. After some quick internet searches and phone calls by D at his office, we found a place with some reasonably-priced ones. I fed Wito and off we went. Sure, it was totally possible that I would buy the detector, still not find the ring, and be out more money, but it was a risk I was willing to take. This gal’s not the type to sit around, YO.

I bought an el cheapo detector and head to the beach. When I arrived, all of the people from earlier in the day were gone and a whole new crop were scattered about. Thank goodness the seaweed we placed around the area was still intact. I started to pace up and down, mentally mapping out a grid, when a lifeguard in a truck approached. He told me he had a better-quality detector if I wanted to borrow it, disappeared in his truck, and several minutes later returned with Metal Detector 2.0 and a shovel. Now, where was this dude earlier in the day? No worries, I was so glad to have his super-duper detector. Thanks Arnie!

And thus began the search. Just me, Wito (strapped in the stroller) and Detector 2.0. Oh yeah, and about 20 people staring at me, keenly interested in my treasure-seeking activities. Back and forth, side to side, nothing. Some scrap metal, an old dime, a bunch of crap.

I found myself thinking of our insurance deductible when I heard a beep. I bent down and brushed my hand through the sand, but felt nothing. I realized I wasn’t in a likely place and started to move on, but the damn thing kept beeping. So I got on my knees and repeatedly hovered the space with the detector. I started digging like a crazed dog, moving the sand out of the way, and then I felt something. Something hollow, something delicate, pulled it out and it was my ring!! My RING!! How it got so deep, I’ll never know!

I couldn’t contain my excitement! I stood up and danced around, smiling and jumping and generally looking like a total ass. But I didn’t care! And the best part? All of the people around started clapping and cheering for me. Some wrinkly man in his eighties yelled out “I thought for sure it would be a penny! I’m so happy for you!”. It was truly the best feeling ever. I will never EVER lose this baby again!

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Coming soon – Part 3! Which is nothing but tons of happy beach photos from when Brenda arrived to celebrate my ring’s return. And possibly, a photo re-enactment of my ring hunt (because we are ALWAYS thinking of our blogs).

Part three here.



COMMENTS (38)

Comments

  1. thank the wito gods for that one!
    congrats on getting your “baby” back. :)

  2. Whew! Thank goodness! BTW I think as responsible parents, you should go ahead and bethroth(e?) Wito and Baby Bug now…they are just so cute, and they clearly love each other already. In spite of the drama that was unfolding….so very precious.

  3. Oh, I could hardly make it to the end…I was already devasted for you. And then I accidentally caught a glimpse of the ring as I scrolled down before I had read the good part. YAY!!! I’m truly, truly happy that you found your treasure!

    Are you going to return the metal detector, or could this be the beginning of a whole new (albeit, a little creepy) hobby??

  4. wow, that is a beautiful ring. so glad you found it! my heart would have broken too if that happened to me.

    can’t wait for part 3!

    hehe, “looking like a total ass”, who cares?! :)

  5. Woot! I felt SO NAUSEOUS as I read this! I would have done the same thing. I almost cried at the end. You tell a good story dude :)

  6. Phew! A happy ending, thank goodness. What a pretty ring. It would have been a shame to sacrifice it to the evil sand!

  7. That thing is beautiful. Wow. I’m so glad for you that you found it.

  8. holy shit…what a lucky girl you are! i would have done the exact same thing…determined…

  9. YAHOO! Ring Returned!! What an amazing story!!

  10. that is so awesome! i was on the edge of my seat near tears reading your saga.

    i have pms, so that explains my overly emotional reaction.

    but… yay!!

  11. Ok, I feel so stupid right now admiting this… that just made me cry. Seriously! Whew! I was sweating a little too, leading up to the end – well, it is almost 90 degrees here, but that’s not important. Anyway, soooo glad you found it! Woo Hoo!! Time to celebrate!

  12. Phew!

  13. I think you should come over here and document my sunburn for part 4.

    Brenda, my left leg is so sunburned it’s turning into a rash. I can’t even touch clothes or the sheets without wincing.

  14. terrifying! I’m so glad you found it…

  15. I know exactly what you mean. Of course it can be replaced. But the new ring wouldn’t be YOUR ring, really, would it? So glad you found it!

    And let’s mention for a minute how glorious Tiffany is. Thank God I don’t have one nearby because while I am a complete Tiffany Whore, I prefer to shop in the store rather than online or catalogue. I am a discriminating Tiffany Whore.

  16. Thank god you found it! I was totally upset for you until I got to the end and then I practically cried with joy. Gorgeous ring, that carries even more beautiful memories.

    Reason 789 to dislike the sand…

  17. So glad that you found the ring. My hubby has an equally wild story where his wedding ring was lost at a surf spot, on the beach. We returned with metal detectors but to no avail. We put up posters offering a reward and went home (three hours back off the island then home four more hours away). We got a phone call… A MONTH LATER!!!! that someone had found the ring. Isn’t the wild? Anyhow, so glad that you found it!

  18. So happy you found the ring. And what a gorgeous ring it is. I would have totally been doing the same thing as you. I hate losing anything, anything. Had I lost one of my rings I would have dug and dug until I had found it. WHat a great ending to your wonderfully told story (can I also say that I was tearing up for you).

  19. bishOp stu tu says:

    whOOrl gOOrl,

    if there ever was any dOUbt that you have the J genes…that has been put to rest.

    you took the bull by the horns…and yo dad is mighty prOUd.

    always remember…(from the book of ron)….

    “the only way out is thrOUgh”

    kudOs…da bishOp

  20. I’m so glad you found your ring. I know I’d be at a loss if I was to misplace the ring my parents gave me for graduation. I love happy endings. But, is this the end of the metal dector? hmmmmmmm

  21. Ahhh! That was way too much stress for one post. If I’d had any nails to begin with, I’d have bitten them clean off. So happy to hear that the ring found its way back home, particularly in light of its significance. (And now, since it’s back, safe and sound, I will be completely shallow and tell you how much I adore the channel setting of said ring. So very pretty!)

  22. Do you wear a necklace? If there’s ever a next time, ring on necklace, woman.

    Phew. So glad you found it. LOVE your take-charge attitude.

  23. Oh god.

    I was totally stressing out during that entire post, until the end. So glad you have it back.

    I take my rings off whenever I’m working at my jewelry bench and put them on a specific little ring holder thing. And yet, I’ve woken up in the middle of the night, having felt my finger in my sleep and realized they aren’t there. Panic ensues and I have to retrieve them ASAP before I can sleep again.

    I must say, I’m very impressed with the immediate purchase of a metal detector :-)

  24. Huzzah for Happy Endings! (and sheer determination)

    Good for you!

  25. OH! Dear lord, I’m so glad you found it. It’s gorgeous! (I admit, I am a bit biased, for that is my wedding band, exactly.)

    You know, I’ve honestly heard of so many miracle stories of people finding their rings on beaches, in the ocean, etc., in situations where they normally would have been lost causes. I wonder then, if there is a ring god, who guards such things?

  26. Wow, what a great story, bought a tear to my eye at the end. You really know how to tell a good story. Am so glad you found your ring.

  27. I was holding my breath until the end. Congratulations on getting the ring back–it is absolutely amazing that you actually found it.

    I love how people jumped in to help you search and cheered when you found it. You just know they went home and told the story too.

  28. Whew! I am so glad you found your ring. How sad it would have been to lose it. Sorry about the sunburn, though. I am wincing in sympathy over that.

  29. I came over from SAJ’s. I could have cried tears for you reading that you had lost your ring. I’m so so happy you found it!

  30. you’re my hero!!

  31. Wao I’m so happy for u… u never lost ur humor..jajaja

    felicidades..

  32. Holy crap, I was on the edge of my seat. I am SO glad you found it. It’s beautiful!

  33. Whew! What a story…I had tears in my eyes.

    Thank God for the happy ending!

    (love the ring!)

  34. Hi – I just starting reading your blog and just have to comment on this story. First of all, I’m so incredibly happy for you!!!! I actually have been in your shoes except no baby and it was my engagement ring the morning after we got engaged! We did the whole beach search and even stayed well into the day for low tide, bought (and returned!) a metal detector…but no ring. We weren’t insured either since I had just been given the darn thing! Luckily no real memories had been made as with yours! Your story gives me some inspiration though – I want to go back and search again! SO HAPPY FOR YOU :)

  35. Now we are going to do the dance of joy! HEY!

  36. I am beyond impressed with your persistance, kid, and delighted with the outcome. Brava!

  37. Wow – what a great story! I can’t wait to hear part 3. I will have to remember this story for how you handled it because I tend to just cry and not do anything about it. You are an inspiration!

  38. No one knows this but my husband, but I lost my original engagement ring when we were on vacation in the Bahamas, in much the same way, except I was IN the water with him at the time and the ring just poof! fell off my finger into the water to be lost forever. I will never forget how sick I felt over that. People also tried to help us find it, but it was a fruitless search in the water. I was somewhat relieved when our insurance replaced it without question, but I will always feel bad about it! So I’m happy you found yours!

    Now I am wondering why I didn’t get any jewelry after I had my baby…