I lost my Bear

So this has been the worst weekend of my life, as I lost my Oski bear. Its my own fault, I probably threw him out of the stroller and didn't tell Mom, but it has been terrible. Oski was the only reason I slept, so now I don't sleep unless I pass out from screaming. And then when I get up at 4am and realize the bear is gone I go crazy. Nobody around the house has slept real well, and Mom feels terrible (even though its not her fault, its mine). I had to cancel my appointment to see Grandad and Great Grandad which Dad and I were both looking forward to. I finally passed out for 4 hours at noon on Sunday, but only after 3 times where I tried to go to sleep, only to hit the crib and get up crying.

This week we will be auditioning new bears to see if anything works for me, but like Dad tells Mom, I have to pick one that's special to me, and I am not sure what that will be yet. Its 9 p.m. on Sunday, and you guess it, I am still not sleeping.