This reminds me of my alarm story. About 3am one night the burglar alarm goes off. I roll out of bed and grab my Glock and flashlight and head for the stairs to get to my 2 y/o daughter’s room. My wife rolled out of her side of the bed and headed for the alarm panel and to grab a phone.
I storm up the stairs full blast. I’m not caring if I’m sneaky, tactical or smart. No m.f.’er is getting out the house with my daughter. (This was during the time period just after the little girl in Utah was kidnapped by the lunatic handyman, so I had that on my mind.) I get to the baby’s room and she’s gone. I died for just a second and then starting yelling at my wife, “the baby is gone, do you see her, are there any doors or windows open?” Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
The wife finds our daughter in our bed. She climbed out her crib, came down stairs and climbed into our bed between us without waking us. When we rolled out of our sides of the bed nobody noticed the little girl in our bed. She slept through the whole thing. It turns out a major wind storm rattled the windows enough to set off the alarm.