So, the high majority of you who read my blog know that I have two boys. Two wonderful, beloved, darling little boys.
And, as anyone who has kids knows, having kids means giving up alot of your basic "rights" in life. Like the right to a good night's sleep.
And, as anyone knows, sleep deprivation leads to all sorts of interesting things. My own experience with sleep deprivation has lead me to what is and probably will forever be one of the scariest and most embarrassing moments of my entire life.
It happened when Liam was a baby. Jonny worked an evening shift as a janitor, leaving around 3 or 4 and getting home sometime after midnight.
On this particular night, I had put Liam to bed, and fell asleep myself. Sometime later, I woke up to Liam fussing. I went over to his crib to check on him and HE WAS NOT THERE.
I freaked. I started looking all over the house. Maybe I had put him in my bed with me and forgot. NOPE. Maybe he was in the other room. NOPE. I seriously searched EVERYWHERE and COULD NOT FIND HIM. I even lifted the lid of the toilet, although how he would have gotten in there and closed the lid on himself, I still can't figure out.
So, I was seriously scared out of my mind. I was seconds away from calling Jon in tears....
And then....he fussed again. And I finally found him.
You want to know where? I'll tell you where.
I HAD BEEN HOLDING HIM THE ENTIRE TIME!
I must had him in bed with me and not realized it. That's all I can think.
Even now, as I write out the story, it seems so ridiculous. And surreal. As if it should have been a bad dream and not real. But, the memory of that night still ties my stomach up in knots from the genuine fear I had while searching the house for the boy I was holding.
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2 comments:
That was a new mommy who needed sleep BAD! Glad its just a scary memory.
I can totally relate,lol. I fell asleep on the couch while boiling Christian's bottles one night when he was a couple weeks old. The water boiled away, plastic began melting, and I woke up to smoke and the smoke detector shrieking. I ran into the room in absolute panic yelling at Chris to wake up, there was a fire- totally forgot I had even put the bottles on to boil. He was so exhausted he wouldn't wake up. Realizing that I had left my BABY out in the living room (so much for mother's instincts,lol) , I ran back to "rescue" him. After running around half out of it like a nut, I remembered the bottles and turned off the stove. The apartment smelled like burned plastic for days, and I felt like SUCH an idiot. Chris finally woke up to a smokey apartment and me sobbing hysterically, telling him I was the worlds worst mother. Thank the Lord I had been too sleep deprived delirious to call 911. :)
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