I was getting ready for work when I realized that I hadn't changed or fed the baby. I asked John if he'd seen her, only to find out that she'd been missing for about 36 hours. We'd mislaid our baby, and I could only imagine what a poopy, hungry mess she must be by now. We looked in the crib and in the bed, and then in other more obvious spots like the crate on the top shelf of the clothes closet, and the cat bed. There was an extra cat in the cat bed, but still no baby.
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