Panic set in. Do you know that feeling? My heart started to pound and my hands started to get tingly.
I didn't know where he was and I hadn't seen or heard from him in over an hour. I knew he was upstairs watching t.v. last I remembered so I ran up the stairs. I thought maybe he fell asleep watching television or playing with some toys. I looked in all the rooms upstairs where the lights were on then ran back downstairs and looked some more. I ran back up the stairs and into his bedroom which was dark. I turned on the light and there was my sweet baby boy. He had crawled into his bed and even covered himself up with the sheet (don't ask me why it wasn't on his bed). Whew. My heartbeat has slowed considerably and the shakiness in my fingers is subsiding as I write about it.