Holding my breath

So yesterday I took my Grandma K out to lunch for her 95th birthday! The problem is I had to go alone with just me and the boys. No room in the car for grandma if Brady came. Bummer...the downside of having two kids.
But I was sooo scared to take Gunner considering his behavior for the past 3 days. Well, he did just fine! Not even a peep, even when I realized that he was 40 minutes past feeding time and then took forever to cover up, unbutton my shirt, get him out of the seat...nothing!
Still nothing after we got home either. He cried, but was easily consolable like he used to be and was generally a very happy baby for the rest of the day.
So I am holding my breath and hoping that whatever it was is gone now. I have to start my new but temporary shift tomorrow so my boys don't get their normal 3 days with mommy. Tomorrow could be a bad day just because of that, but we are going to spend all day together today.
Wish us luck!