I'll never forget the wild-goose chase myself, dear husband, and several of the neighbours went on account my so called missing daughter.
Dear daughter had climbed underneath her crib and fallen asleep in the early part of the afternoon, and while it would seem simple enough to look under the crib and spot her, such was not the case, as I had pulled the crib comforter out of her crib that morning and draped it over the crib railing to air it out, so the comforter was hanging all the way down to the floor blocking my view under the crib.
Had I just kept calm and been methodical about the way I searched, I would have seen her/found her.
I worked myself into a panic and was crying uncontrollably, because I had convinced myself that she had somehow gotten out the door of the house undetected, and someone took her.
