About three nights ago in the middle of the night Andy sat straight up in bed and gasped, “Where’s Cora?” to which I replied “I don’t know honey, I fell asleep and you were supposed to put her down.” He then jumped out of bed and stepped out into the hallway as I said, “Did you look in the bassinet next to the bed?” He then rushed over the the bassinet stuck his head about six inches from her sleeping little face and said, “Oh.” We laughed until we cried when we remembered this the next day. About two mornings after that I was feeding Cora in her room around 7am when Andy heard her cry and rushed into the room with a horrified look on his face. He thought that after he changed her diaper last in the middle of the night that he had left her on the changing table and went to bed. He was relieved when he saw me holding her.
I have not been waking up with these same irrational thoughts, however I have been having some similar fears in my dreams. Last night I dreamt two different dreams about me not being able to get to Cora or take care of her. One dream was that I had gone back to work for the day and Andy was staying home. I was on my way home from work when I saw Andy in his truck next to me at a red light. He smiled and told me he had a great day at work. We had both gone to work and neither of us stayed with Cora, he tried to calm me down by telling me it was OK because he, “left her next to a vent.” I feel like I need to mention that while we are having these strange thoughts we actually do know where she is and she is being well cared for. Andy and my new joke is always, “where’s Cora?”