3 Embarrassing Experiences With Baby Monitors

Just recently we’ve heard of quite a few funny and embarrassing tales related to baby monitors, and so in today’s post we thought we’d share them with you, and ask if you have ever had an amusing or memorable incident with a baby monitor?

Please do share your experiences using the comments section below. Let these tales serve as a warning!

The (Too) Honest Mother In Law
Tom and Rachel were doing a great job with their first baby Maisy and had put her to bed for the evening without incident. Tom’s mother had come over for the evening and after Maisy has settled down all three of them enjoyed a pleasant chat and the odd glass of wine. Part way throughout the evening Tom’s mother asked if she might pop upstairs to use the bathroom, after which she evidently nipped into Maisy’s nursery to sneak a quick peak.

What Tom’s mother was clearly not aware of was the existence of a baby monitor in the nursery, allowing Tom and Rachel to hear every little breath of their darling bundle of joy. It was at this moment that little breaths weren’t the only sounds being transmitted to the portable unit sitting in the living room. For several minutes Tom and Rachel were treated to a lengthy one way conversation between Tom’s mother and the sleeping Maisy, touching on topics such as how badly Rachel needed to lose her baby weight, how she was likely to let her figure go and why she ought to be making much more of an effort with herself. She rambled in a singsong voice about why Rachel needed to get a move on if she was going to produce a baby brother or sister as she only has a few years left in her and even how Rachel’s mother looked, all with no clue as to the fact that every word said had been heard.

Rachel and Tom said nothing, but about half an hour later Maisy began to cry. As the whimpering sound was heard blasting from the baby monitor sitting on the table at the end of the settee, Tom’s mother’s face cycled rapidly from surprise, to confusion, to concern, to realisation, to fear, settling nicely somewhere between mortified and  embarrassed.

Keeping Up (To Date) With the Joneses
Sarah and Mike lived in a quiet property which backed on to an estate that was almost exclusively sheltered housing for elderly people who had 24 hour access to a warden. This seemed to be ideal, as it was extremely quite much of the time, perfect for allowing their first baby Jack to sleep soundly.  Not long after Sarah and Mike bought a baby monitor and plugged it in, they started to hear strange conversations coming from it, which were clearly nothing at all to do with Jack. Two distinct voices could be heard arguing every now and then. It seemed that the only conversation the voices had were arguments, ranging in topic from the state of the man’s nose hair to the quality of the woman’s cooking that evening.

Apparently the property the couple lived in had a monitor which could be used to contact the warden, and for some reason the baby monitor seemed to be picking up inadvertent broadcast transmitted through this.  Although Sarah and Mike never found out who the couple were or exactly which house they lived in, there were not that many properties within range and they knew most of their neighbours. It amused them as they cheerfully said hello to possible suspects, how much they knew about the darker side of these apparently happily retired doting couples.

(Not Quite) Water Music
Dave and Jen were entertaining Jen’s parents, enjoying a nice dinner and a relaxing evening, at least for as long as their baby Josh remained sleeping soundly. After the meal Jen’s father headed upstairs to use the bathroom. As with many new build properties these days the internal walls were terribly thin and the bathroom just happened to be next door to the nursery. As Jen’s father settled himself on the throne to enjoy a few minutes to himself in quiet contemplation, the rest if the party remained happily engaged in conversation downstairs.

Until, that is, the baby monitor unit in the living room began to emit some very peculiar noises. The conversation died, and anxious glances were exchanged as peculiar noises bean to dominate the air waves. At first everyone assumed that Josh was filling his nappy, passing a little wind, or making funny noises with his lips, but eventually it became apparent that the person responsible for the noises was most definitely not able to fit in any baby nappies.

For the next several minutes Dave, Jen and her mother sat in an awkward silence whilst rumble followed stammering tremor, and a flatulent squeeze followed an alarming squeak. Eventually Jen’s father came back downstairs, entirely oblivious to the entertainment he had unwittingly inflicted upon the party, although he was treated with a distinctly cool distance by his wife for the remainder of the night.