A little young to be going to the school of hard knocks, isn't he?

My worst Bad Mommy moment:

My son was extremely clingy as a baby. We're talking The Human Leech. This wasn't so bad during the day, once I got accustomed to just leaving him in the sling every loving minute; but at night I was still figuring out how to make it work. Sometimes he was in a bassinet right next to my side of the bed. A lot of the time, he was in bed with me, because I was just too tired to fight it any more. It was so much easier to nurse or comfort him with him right there next to me. And I was so tired.

So. One night I was particularly exhausted. He was just a few months old. I had nursed him and put him down, but he wasn't having any of it. So I took him in with me. Still wanted a lot of my attention. Changed him, fed him -- he was restless, and I was dying. My husband was out of town, so I didn't have any backup.

Both of us finally fell asleep. I did, at least, and he didn't make any noise about it so I assume he did too.

I woke up in the middle of the night and did my automatic check for him. Wasn't in the bassinet. Wasn't in the bed with me. Time for a complete flip-out? You must have read my diary.

I went into one of those silent, unbreathing panics, but forced myself to stay calm long enough to take the next logical step. I started feeling around on the floor next to the bed. There he was, fast asleep. Thank heaven the floor was thickly carpeted. To this day I have no idea if he was sleeping too hard to notice that he'd fallen or if I was sleeping too hard to hear him cry. I'm really, really hoping for the former.