My Heart Dropped . . .

This morning at around 7:00 am Nick and I hear Asher on the monitor starting to wake up. Nick gets out of bed to get up with Asher, and I go back to sleep. That's one thing I love about the winter is that it's darker, so it's easier to sleep in.

I wake up a couple hours later, and roll over. The digital clock says 10:00 and I think "Thank You Nick."

I come downstairs and notice that I don't see Asher or Nick and it's completely quiet. I walk into the bathroom and see this note on the mirror.

I pick up the phone and dial Nick at work . . .

Lizz: "You're so awesome."

Nick: "Uh, thanks. Why am I so awesome?"

Lizz: "Because you let me sleep in."

Nick: "I didn't let you sleep in, Asher let you sleep in."

Lizz: "Huh?"

Nick: "What are you talking about?"

Silence

Lizz: "Asher's not here."

Nick: "Lizz, where is Asher?"

Silence

Lizz: "Nick, don't . . . "

Nick: "Don't what, is Asher not in his bed?"

I walk into Asher's room and look into his crib. My heart dropped to a black cavernous region somewhere below my belly button.

Lizz: "Nick, he's not in there."

Nick: "Are you sure?"

Lizz: "Yes Nick, he's not in there."

Nick: "Lizz, check again."

Silence

Some adult words of the four letter variety came out of my mouth.

Lizz: "Oh my ^*&%, oh #&$% . . . "

Nick: "Is he there?"

Lizz: "Yeah . . . "

Nick: "It's okay."

I go directly above his crib and notice that he's curled into the fetal position in the lower right hand corner, surrounded by stuffed animals. The corner wasn't visible to me when I first checked his bed. I immediately start to cry because I realize how not all right that would have been.

Asher got his immunizations yesterday and didn't wake up till 11:15. As soon as he woke up I hugged him for as long as I could stand. Stinker . . .