Unsweet dreams- July 8, 2011
You know that weird place between asleep and awake where you aren’t sure if you’re still dreaming? Last weekend I had the most ridiculous terrifying moment in that place.
Our master bedroom is on the first floor, and Charlotte’s room is upstairs. I had the video baby monitor on my nightstand. It was about 3:00am when we heard her stirring. Greyson was all drooly and his eyes were half open when he said, “Is she okay?” In a sleepy haze I rolled over to look at the monitor and my child is not in her crib!
Terror
Panic
I could still hear her though. I jumped up, grabbed the monitor and started heading upstairs. That’s when I swear I heard an adult’s voice coming from the monitor, “Shhh!” It sounded like someone was shushing Charlotte to be quiet. I thought, Oh my God! Someone is stealing our baby! I started to run up the stairs when I thought maybe the person stealing Charlotte would try to attack me if I came up there. I needed back up.
“Greyson!” I yelled at him to follow me. “I hear someone, someone is taking her,” I said. “What?” he said. He ran two stairs at a time and I followed. We got to her room.
Relief
Exasperation
My husband stood there in his boxer shorts with his hair all rumpled and looked at me like I had five heads. He pointed to our sleeping babe in her crib who had just found her paci in her sleep and was now snoozing away.
No lie. This is what I said in a whisper, “Oh my gosh, it’s like that episode of The Simpsons where Mo becomes all enthralled with Maggie. Homer and Marge end up hearing him on the baby monitor.”
Silence. Greyson continued to look at me and my apparent five heads before simply shaking his and heading back downstairs.
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| My baby thief! |
Turns out, that little bugger had scooted all the way into the corner of the crib where we could barely see her on the monitor. Her pale pink pajamas blended in with her pale pink sheet and I couldn’t see her on the screen through my sleep goggles. I’m not really sure where the shushing sound came from .
I laid back in bed and laughed. My visions of baby theft like a Lifetime terror flick, and visions of Moe Szyslak are proof I watch too much TV. Clearly it’s making me a more paranoid mother, and more sleep deprived.
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If we ever turn off the monitor, but leave on the receiver, it picks up our neighbor's monitor. Which was we didn't know, until one night when I hear "daddy, daddy" coming from our 6 week old babies' room.
Oh no! I'm sure that was terrifying at the time. But the story is hilarious!
hahaha oh my. i apologize for my laughter.
I would have been freaking out!
Though in my case, the "shhh" probably would have been coming from my husband. 😉