my poor baby

The saddest thing happened last night. I rocked Arden to sleep and then went to bed myself after picking up dirty socks and dishes etc. Well, Matt must have knocked the monitor off (as he sometimes does) when he was getting in the bed. Instead of plugging it back up he just left it. So, I came to bed and didn't even see that it was not on the nightstand because I was trying to be quiet because Matt was asleep. About 4 this morning I jumped awake and threw the covers off because I realized I was hearing Arden cry in my dream. I immediately realized the monitor was off and she is on the other side of the house and upstairs. When I got to the top of stairs she was standing there--she won't come down---and crying till she could barely talk. She was all tear stained and pitiful. She was hysterical crying and I could tell she had been doing it a long time. I grabbed her around the neck and hugged her. She said "I crying for you but I not know where you go". I told her " I was sorry" She said "I sorry too momma". I felt like total crap. It was the worst feeling in the world to know she was crying for me for so long and not knowing why i would not come. It breaks my heart. She is completely over it but I am not all the way. What makes it worse is that I know that she will just cry and cry in her bed but never get out. She has never got out before but she must have been crying a long long time. Wah! I hate it.
:( I rocked her and held her and told her I was in my bed and didn't hear her because the monitor was off. She kept saying--"you were in your room with Daddy". My poor little baby.