My husband used to travel for work often, and it was never a problem – until we had our first child.
Suddenly, I was terrified of the responsibility of being left home all alone with my tiny baby son – and so that’s how I ended up going on a holiday with a five-and-a-half-month-old. Crazy, I know.
We arrived at the resort and I sat in our room as my husband unloaded our small luggage bags and our baby’s very large one, plus the pram, travel cot, bottle steriliser and all the other equipment required for our baby’s first holiday.
My husband unpacked the cot and began setting it up. It seemed easy. Except one side refused to lock into place and stubbornly sagged where it should have been sturdy. Uh oh.
We were hit with a sick feeling that we had been the unlucky couple to buy the one, lone, faulty travel cot in the baby shop.