My Baby, we shall call Buttons, and I usually co-sleep. It wasn't something that I planned, it just happened. Every time I would pick out a crib for her and research it, the darned thing would be on a recall list or it would be an outrageous price of at least $350. Before I knew it she was 14 months old and used to sleeping with me. During the night she likes to kick out of the sheets and comforter for some odd reason or another. She then becomes cold as an ice sickle (due to the fact that we live in Texas and if we turn off the a/c during the night, the apt we live in will be unbearably hot during the day, but that is another story.) I usually have to cover her back up. That is where the drama begins.

So when I woke up this morning to put miss Buttons back under the covers, she wasn't on the pillow beside me as usual. I decided not to panic. Sometimes she likes to crawl to the foot of the bed and sleep. I pulled the covers back and she wasn't there! OK now i began to feel my heart start to pound! I Looked in my closet, under my bed, behind the bedroom door,and under the pile of clothes that needs to be laundered, Buttons was nowhere to be found! I frantically ran to the second bedroom that my other children share to make sure they were ok. I counted all of the heads that I saw and they were all accounted for. The baby was the only one missing. I ran into the kitchen and emptied out all of the lower cabinets and looked in the dishwasher, stove and even in the space between the fridge and the wall. Buttons was not there. I ran into the dining area of the apartment and looked under the table and behind my storage bins as well as in the storage bins. No Buttons. I looked in the living room behind the TV stand, behind the couches and chair. No Buttons. I was in extreme panic mode now! I checked all the locks on the windows in the front of the apartment as well as the front door! All were locked! I began to despairingly try to think of how a person could get into my house and kidnap my baby without me even knowing it and she was sleeping right next to me and we live on the second floor! I decided to call the cops but I was so upset and afraid, that I couldn't even find a phone to call them from! That's when I literally peed in my pants! Yep I'll admit it, I am a grown woman and I was so afraid my baby was missing, that I peed on myself like a frightened baby! What did I do next, you may be thinking. I did not change my clothes, what I did next was grab a screw driver and then I yelled at my other kids at the top of my lungs, "SOMEBODY KIDNAPPED BUTTONS! I'M GONNA GO LOOK FOR HER OUTSIDE! CALL THE POLICE AND WHEN I FIND THEM I'M GONNA STAB THEM IN THE NECK WITH THIS F***ING SCREWDRIVER!" As I yelled this in the middle of my older children's room, guess who popped their head up? Buttons was in the bed with my 5 year old on the other side of him! I didn't see her the first time I looked in there because he had rolled himself up not only in the blanket that was on his bed, but a sleeping bag as well. She was hiding on the other side of this big lump of covers he had created. 

She was found! She sat up in the bed like everything was normal and wanted to know why I was standing in my kids room looking like a cave woman with a screwdriver in my left hand and wearing pissy pants! LOL. It the other kids, thank God, didn't even flinch an inch and slept through all of the noise and yelling that I was doing.I quickly grabbed her up and put her back in the bed with me and as I suspected, she was cold as a block of ice. So that is the true story of how I Literally Peed in my pants.

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