My beautiful three-week-old baby started squeaking into wakefulness as I took warm diapers out of the dryer. I took her out of her bed, cradling her in the basket of warm cotton diapers as I walked toward the front of the house to feed her. She got comfortable in the warmth and drifted back off. My three year-old called out just at that moment. The brilliant sunshine pouring in glass door onto my beautiful baby in the basket was a wonder to behold as I looked back. I got him out of bed, heading back to her. She was gone! I panicked! It was no surprise someone would want her, just that that had managed to snatch her without my hearing something. The backdoor and the glass door were still locked. I called her name and got my little guy to help me look. Just as I was about to report her kidnapping, the diapers moved and she wailed. She’d moved just enough to allow a diaper to cover her. That had to be the biggest relief of my life!