When we were registering for the 3 metric tons of gear that one needs to have a modern baby, we decided to skip the baby monitor. Given that we live in a two-bedroom apartment with just over 1,000 square feet of space, we didn't see how we really needed it. We'd hear the baby from anywhere in the apartment. Any fussing that couldn't be heard probably wasn't worth worrying about. Seemed reasonable.
We forgot to consider air conditioning. I've often said that pre-war apartments are unfortunately low on modern amentities. You want charm? We got charm. Central a/c ... yeah, not so much. Instead we have window units which are fine, but loud. Suddenly it became clear that we needed a monitor after all.
So .... this morning. I wake up a few minutes before 6 a.m. feeling a little dazed and disoriented. Maddie didn't wake up last night. She slept through the night! Wow, oh wow. My alarm goes off and I hit snooze a few times. Finally at 25 past I start to drag myself from bed when I notice that the lights on the baby monitor have all lit up, but there is no sound coming out.
OH. MY. GOD.
I had turned the sound off while we were watching TV and I forgot to turn it back on when we went to bed. It's possible that little Maddie did sleep through the night. It's also possible that she was crying and I didn't hear her.
Now, I feel compelled to report that she seemed none the worse for wear this morning. She was pretty hungry, but overall very cheerful. And the nanny, bless her heart, assured me that I would have heard her if she was really crying.
But still.
I am the worst. mother. ever.
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Here's a new photo. Preston snapped this after she was taking a little snooze on me:
