File this under: mom FAIL

We got home from our trip late Monday night. I mean, not a time that the majority of people our age would categorize as late, but we were dragging after our two flights and the hour car ride home. Grace was already asleep and after a quick diap change, she was passed out in her crib.

Not much later- as in, I was doing the whole teeth brushing/face washing routine, D brought her to our bed. Apparently she woke up crying. It was fine though, she was fast asleep 5 minutes later, snuggled between D and I, sleeping perpendicular to us so that she could spend the next few hours kicking whoever was on her feet end of the bed in the ribs. Usually one of us takes her back to her room after she falls asleep, but we were both so tired even the rib kicking couldn't keep us up and soon we were all making zzzzz's, warm and cozy.

Fast forward to 5:30 am:

D gets up for PT.
I am probably drooling on my pillow.
Grace has made her way to knee level and is sleeping with her head towards the end of the bed. (How do they DO that, all the while sleeping?!)

She fusses a few minutes later...probably hearing him get ready and I move her back up next to me and construct a pillow wall-aka toss a pillow-on D's now empty side of the bed. No biggie. Let's all go back to sleep...


BOOM.

I awake an hour later...realize my baby is on the floor crying and mom FAIL, I was so asleep I didn't feel her wiggle away.

I did a bump check, watched her move all extremities and a blankie snuggle and small bottle later, we were back in cuddle mode, no tears. The mom guilt? I haven't gotten over it as quickly. Honestly? I kind of wondered if I accidently spread out, thinking D was gone and pushed her off...

I don't think that is what happened, but still.

And here I was thinking that I might be back in the running for Mom of the Year...FAIL.

xo,
H