I had an absolutely heart stopping moment this evening and seriously almost died. My son fell asleep on the couch around 7:30..OUT COLD. I turned out the lights and left him (I can’t carry him because of my back) and went upstairs to my room and fell asleep to take a short nap before work. When I woke up, I went to go downstairs to wake up Monkey and he wasn’t there. The light was on, but no Monkey. I immediately went and checked his bedroom….I didn’t see him. His blankets were disheveled on the bed, no sign of him. I checked the bathroom, kitchen, dining room, deck, basement..NOTHING. I’m FREAKING out. I’m calling his name, I’m double checking. I even went and checked my bedroom because there’s a side of my bed that he likes to sleep on the floor on, sometimes. I don’t know why. You guys, I was a hairs breath away from calling the police. I thought, well, I don’t know what I thought, except that my baby was missing. Now, there is a very tiny space behind Monkey’s bed. I know my son is small, but I didn’t think that he could fit in it. My last time checking his room, I moved his blanket off the bed…and caught the teeniest glimpse of a foot. HOLY SHIT. Part of his SPD is that he likes to feel “squished”, but I never thought that he could fit where he was. Not at all. Needless to say, I actually started crying when I saw him. This child will be the death of me, I swear. LOL.