SO- anyway- judge me if you must. I lost my child. I should have listened to the dream the first or second time. I should have woken up the baby and moved him upstairs or taken the time to clean up his crib enough to feel good about putting him back in it. I should have protected my little J a little better, a little more. But I didn't, I can't change that, I didn't and so I have suffered through the WORST MORNING EVER. I know that angels watch over my babies, and God takes good care of them but I am still crying thinking about how close I came this morning to losing my J. He's awake now, so I guess we should all get dressed and go buy our new flip lock.
On a side note, I ran around a lot, with no shoes on this morning, and my knee felt great, maybe I should become a bare foot runner? hmmmmmm. Nope. Also, J is sitting on my lap, pointing at the flip lock telling me "that lock scares me, so much! I don't want that in my house". My heart is broken, sorry J, we are getting that lock, for all of our sake's.