Saturday night, Eric, Dylan and I went over to visit my parents (really, Eric and I were simply transportation for the One That Matters.)

As my business trip is looming close, and Dylan is still not terribly fond of the bottle AND since Eric and I haven't spent any time together without Dylan, it was decided that Eric and I would go to the Local Bookstore and leave Dylan with Grandma and Grandpa. If she got hungry, they would try and feed her via bottle and we'd be close by in case of any trouble (no - I didn't really expect any but I am a new mom).

Everything went swimmingly. Eric and I had a lovely few hours out (after my initial panic) and relaxed a bit. My parents were in heaven with Dylan.

We got back to find my mom sitting on the floor next to Dylan - who was fast asleep on her tummy. As this is not the normal sleep positon for her, I asked my mom if she had put Dylan to sleep on her tummy or if Dylan had fallen asleep while playing (something that has happened at daycare).

Mom then told me that she had set Dylan down on her back to play, Dylan rolled over, played a bit more and then fell asleep.

She WHAT????

Mom, not understanding why I was so concerned, made sure I understood that she was right there the whole time and that Dylan fell asleep all on her own.

That, however, was not my concern. I was all aflutter because my baby girl rolled over, all on her own, for the FIRST TIME, while I was off galavanting.

Mom quickly backtracked: "it was a fluke; an accident; I helped her; she was just reaching for something and fell over; it didn't really count". My supportive father backed my mother up completely. It was actually pretty funny.

I did calm down and stop beating myself up fairly quickly. It was just a case of (bad?) timing and I'm bound to miss a few things here and there. And chances are, it wouldn't have happened if I'd been there anyway. And it's going to happen again, eventually - enough that I can put it in the baby book.

But don't it just figure???

*Sigh*