I set up the camera to check on my baby during naptime, but what I heard shattered me first: my mother snarling, “You live off my son and still dare to say you’re tired?” Then, right beside my child’s crib, she grabbed my wife by the hair.
I set up the camera to keep an eye on my baby during his afternoon naps. That was the whole idea. My wife, Lily, had been worn out since giving birth, and our son, Noah, had started waking up crying in ways we couldn’t explain. I figured maybe the monitor in his room would help us understand his sleep patterns. Maybe he was startling awake. Maybe the house was louder than we thought. Maybe I could do one useful thing while working long hours and not being home enough.
Instead, at 1:42 p.m. on a Wednesday, I opened the feed from my office and heard my mother say, “You live off my son and still dare to say you’re tired?”
