Video Monitor.

This thing is enough to make a girl panic.

Molly goes in a sleep sack that swaddles at night.  She can't get her arms out and sleeps really well because of it.

But lately she's started to move around the crib.  I call it her caterpiller move.  We've never seen it, but she ends up in different positions in the crib than what she started in.

This morning was terrible.  Jonathan wakes up at 6:30 and usually I'm half awake then.  I'll check her in the monitor, roll over and try to get a little bit more rest.

But not today.

Girlfriend was not in the monitor at all.  I ran to the other side of the house with a pit in my stomach.  She, of course, was fine.  She had caterpillered all the way to the corner where we couldn't see her on the monitor.  She was just sleeping away all peaceful like.

I could have used a drink.

I love the monitor, and now I hate the monitor :)