The girl is a noisy sleeper, that's why she's had her own room since she came home from the hospital, but now her room was silent. I put my hand on her to feel movement, nothing. So I wiggled her around a bit and she started grunting. Finally I could breathe again. I went back to bed where I laid down and tried to relax. About ten minutes later Maggie started crying, probably because I woke her up. This time when I went back to her room I turned on the lamp and looked over at her crib.
She was on her belly with her face pressed into the mattress. That's when I really started to lose it. I'm not sure how a 6 week old baby who was swaddled tightly managed to roll from her back all the way to the front. I don't know if when I put her to bed I put her on her side and she somehow rolled over. I just don't know what happened.
I do know that Someone was watching over my baby. It was Divine intervention, I'm sure of it. Whoever or whatever it was that woke me from a sound sleep, thank you. Thanks for watching over my girl. We'd be lost without her.