I Heard Our Baby Crying While I Was in the Shower & My Wife Was Watching TV – When I Entered His Room, I Screamed in Shock

One night, I rushed from the shower to find my 3-year-old son crying and covered in red paint while my wife sat nearby, glued to her iPad. Frustrated and confused, I soon uncovered a deeper issue: the silent struggle my wife had been facing, one that threatened to break our family apart.

It was a regular evening. My wife sat in the recliner, scrolling like she often did through her iPad. The kids were in bed, or so I thought. I figured it was the perfect time for a long and relaxing shower.

A woman looking at her iPad | Source: Pexels

A woman looking at her iPad | Source: Pexels

I heard a faint cry as I stood under the hot water. At first, I ignored it, thinking it was nothing serious. But then, the cry got louder, more desperate.

“Daddy! Daddy!” my 3-year-old son’s voice pierced through the sound of running water.

A child crying in his room | Source: Midjourney

A child crying in his room | Source: Midjourney

I quickly turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and rushed out. As I passed through the family room, I glanced at my wife. She was still sitting there, glued to her iPad, completely oblivious to the chaos in the other room.

“You couldn’t calm him down?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended.

She didn’t even look up. “I tried three times,” she said, sounding bored.

A bored woman in a tablet | Source: Pexels

A bored woman in a tablet | Source: Pexels

Three times? I shook my head, frustrated, and hurried into my son’s room. I was ready to comfort him, but nothing could’ve prepared me for what I saw next.

The moment I stepped inside, I saw him sitting up in his bed, his little body shaking as he sobbed. “Daddy, I made a mess,” he said between gasps.

“It’s okay, buddy,” I said softly, assuming it was just tears and snot. “We’ll clean it up.”

A scared child looking up | Source: Midjourney

A scared child looking up | Source: Midjourney

I walked closer and scooped him up. He clung to me tightly, still crying. His face was buried in my shoulder, and I felt wetness dripping down my neck. “Poor guy’s been...