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@baby monitors freak me the f out.
I am sitting in the living room reading through all the posts below and Quint is supposed to be taking a nap in his room when I heard my mother's voice through the baby monitor. My husband is mowing the lawn so I couldn't hear exactly what she was saying but it was definitely her voice. She lives 200 miles from here. I raced upstairs to see what the hell was going on. Quint was listening to one of those record your voice books she had made him (I forgot we even owned it).
That freaked me out.
We used to have an old ghetto baby monitor before we got a fancy high tech one and it would pick up our neighbor's baby signal but I never heard anything good. They were super boring and the best we ever heard was them fighting over who was better, Dora or Elmo.
Re: @baby monitors freak me the f out.
Oh my. That would definitely freak me out.
Were your neighbors able to pick up your signal, too? Dora or Elmo is a serious fight to have. I hope Elmo came out as the better one.
That is really scary!
We've always lived in really small flats and so haven't needed one.
I haven't had that kind of thing happen yet, but we had the Angel Care Monitors ( love them! ) and though they were great, they were a bit too sensitive and if one of the kids moved off the sensor the alarm would go off (hated them a bit too).
Anyway, at night when the alarm would (rarely) randomly go off I would fly out of bed and run to their room in such a state that I would wake both of them up and we'd all be up for hours, so it became DH's job. Which we thought was a great solution, until it happened again and he ran into their room and when he came back I wailed "which one is dead?!?" and when he said nobody I grilled him with did you check their breathing, both of them? Were they breathing quickly, slowly, shallowly? How are they positioned, etc.
We've since stopped using them, and everyone is still alive and well.
Chronically hilarious - you'll split your stitches!
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