I almost killed my son. I don't mean that jokingly, I mean literally. James, my 2 year old. The kids were all playing hide-n-seek, the adults were all out back talking. All of a sudden, I panicked, I hadn't seen James in way too long. Well we all started looking, all over the house, in the basement, under the beds, in closets...Nowhere. The guys were checking the cars, Toms was locked, Mine was empty, and no-one looked in Moms cause Tom and I had been in it earlier and Tom thought I had locked it. Well... After we had searched the house, and asked the neighbors, etc I decided to go looking around the neighborhood for him. The doors to moms car were locked so I asked Tom to bring me the keys. I had looked in the windows and saw nothing. He brought me the keys and I opened the car to get in, and there was James, passed out, in the driver side floorboard, naked. He was all sweaty and red, his skin was so hot. I grabbed him and ran in the house and started running a cool bath for him. I told Sherrie to bring him a glass of water. He wouldn't sit in the tub, just stand there. Sherrie brought him an ice cream cone. After he got out of the tub I just sat and cuddled on the couch. It took a long time to get his temp, heart rate, and pulse back to normal, but he seems ok now, cheerful, sweet baby. I can't believe I almost killed my baby. I love him so much. If I had remembered where the keys were and just locked the car, he would never have gotten in there. The guilt is over-whelming. But at least he's alive and as far as we can tell fine. He could have died.