Picture the scene, our son had been in this world for about a month, we had some family coming over for dinner, and my wife wanted to pop to the local shops. She did not want to take the baby with her and asked if I would be ok looking after him while she went out. “Sure” I said. Now, this was the first time that I had been in charge of our son without my wife being in the house, but how difficult could it be, I thought to myself!

I kissed my wife goodbye, put on the TV and sat down with my boy on my lap. Within a couple of minutes however, he had projectile vomited all over himself and me, yuk!!!!!

I ran him up the stairs to get him changed, I stripped him off, pulled off my soiled T-shirt and used it to mop him up. In the time it took me to turn around and grab a nappy he had crapped himself - a runny mess
that was everywhere. Great, I thought, could it get any worse???

Of course it could........ as I was leaning over him to start cleaning him up, “psssssssst “, he starts to pee all over my trousers, so off they had to come too. Who would have guessed that such a small thing could
contain so much liquid, or be able to propel it so far.

There was nothing else for it, he had to have a bath. I put the baby bath on top of the big bath, filled it with water and popped him in.

I was successfully removing the mess and starting to congratulate myself on a job well done, when the bath gave way and fell. Thankfully, I was holding my boy under the shoulders and he did not go with it.
However, that did not stop the water in his bath absolutely drenching me and the crashing noise starting one of those silent yells that then goes straight into a high pitched screech with a full flood of tears to match.

Just then the front door opened and my wife was presented with the sight of me at the top of the stairs in just my boxers and socks, dripping with water and with a howling baby in my arms. Never leave
me with him again I cried as she burst out laughing, she had only been gone 15 minutes!!!!!!

James from Ashford