*Trigger Warning/Happy Outcome. While I was pregnant with our first baby I was insanely paranoid that something bad was going to happen. I was genuinely shocked when he was born a healthy full term bub. But the inkling wouldn't go away, something bad was going to happen. I would sleep with my hand on his chest (cot right beside the bed) so I could feel him breathe while I dozed. On night when he was 8 months old dread woke me, I woke knowing something horrible had happened, it took a second to register that he wasn't breathing, I jumped up, jostling him as I did so, and as I hit the light I heard him take in a big gasp of air and start to cry. His face was pale and around his lips was tinged blue. Ambulance, hospital, tests.. 'Recovered Sids' was the diagnosis they gave me. If I hadn't been sleeping with my hand on his chest would I have woken in time? Would he have woken on his own without me jostling him? Who knows. Mothers intuition I guess..