Jess has been relatively good about sleeping recently. (Pardon me while I burn sacrifices and knock on wood and chop off rabbits feet just in case God is watching and it going to mock me just for saying that. Ok, I'm back. Where was I? Oh yes, sleeping...)

However, she's started sleeping on her stomach... there isn't anything I can do about this unless I never want to sleep again until she's a year old, so I shrugged and moved on with my life. I put her to sleep on her back. If she rolls over in the middle of the night, so be it. The only solution is to buy one of those over-priced "sleep positioner" bullshit pieces of polyfoam crap and honestly, I don't have $30 for something that Jess will just roll over and laugh at. She would! And it wouldn't keep her from sleeping on her stomach anyway.

In any case, she's decided recently that the crib is the place for sleeping and unless she's very, very tired, won't nap anywhere else in the house... so when she starts getting yawny and rubbing her eyes (and sucking on her thumb), I pick her up and deposit her in her crib.

I am, by the way, a Very Bad Parent, as Jess has a light blanket and a stuffed Bee in her crib with her. Also, a pacifyer. Which most of the time she can find and put into her mouth right-side up, although she frequently puts it in backwards and upside down as well, so maybe it's just random.

I put her to bed on her back, gave her the bink (pacifyer) and handed her the stuffed Bee. (Go look at the link so you can see this toy. It will be important later) and said "Nite nite, Jess." Jess looks up at me solumnly, then drops the Bee and proceeds to attempt to roll over onto her stomach.

I go take a shower. After the shower, I peek in on the baby. Sleeping. On her stomach. Still breathing though. I checked. I shrug and decide not to wake her up.

After talking a bit online, I go to get dressed. The baby's been asleep for about an hour or so, but I'm still trying to be quiet as I go into her room to get my clothes. (it's really "our" dresser now because her clothes are in 2 of my drawers and there's no room for "our" dresser in my bedroom) I stepped on something crinkly on the floor (I think it was an empty Babies R Us bag) and immediately Jess snaps her head up from her nap and gives me that gummy "Oh! Mom! I'm soooooo happy to see you!" smile.

I grin back at her, then blink. I take a step closer to the crib. "What in the hell...?" She's marked on the left side of her face, a big red sleep welt.

Shaped like a B.

From sleeping with her face on her stuffed Bee.