I misplaced the baby

Well, I am officially the worst mom ever. This poor baby. He has been forgotten in the bassinet at night and left on the dining room table when we went out, but this takes the cake. I lost him. All 17 pounds of him...misplaced.

I can blame Kathy for the start of it. My friend that I haven't seen in ages called and tells me she is moving to the Yukon so her fiancee can teach wood building to native kids in a bush community. Yes, exactly as crazy as it sounds. So I am a bit distracted, plus I have a cold. My brain is fuzzy.

We talked for a bit, then as we were talking, I put the baby down to bed. We discussed how amazing it was that I had a baby that COULD be put down to bed, and moved on to other exciting things going on in our lives (basically, the Alaska thing).

Got off the phone and I started collecting the other kids to get them off to bed. Still a bit distracted (yeah, I am floored by the Yukon Bush teaching thing)....I walked in my room carrying the 2 year old, going to put him in his bed. I glance at the bassinet next to my bed to check on the baby. Hmm, no baby.

My heart stopped. I yanked the blanket off, just in case he was curled up in a tiny little ball at some hidden spot in the bassinet. No baby. I drop to the floor to see if maybe he somehow fell out of the bassinet and rolled under my bed. No baby. Pull the covers off my bed...maybe he somehow JUMPED from the bassinet to my bed. No baby.

Now, I was panicked. I think my husband would be a little pissed if I lost the baby because I was chatting on the phone. So I run downstairs with Jackson laughing in my arms. Check the bassinet downstairs. No baby. Check the swing. Again, no baby. Not many other places for this baby to be. Back upstairs.

I quick look in the girls room, ask them if they know where William is. They just looked at me, kind of like maybe I should be the one who would know where he is. Just as I am about to start calling in the search dogs, I go into Jackson's room to check his toddler bed. I just KNEW I put that baby to bed somewhere. Well, in Jackson's room we have this big wooden thing, I have heard some people are known to let their babies sleep in them, I believe it is called A CRIB.

What do you know, always the last place you look. Baby. Sleeping so sweet in his crib, right where his mama put him. I think I need to be medicated.