As I remember it, the morning of December 1, 1986, started like any other day in the busy life of a mother with two-year-old twins. We were babysitting a friend's child in the morning, so we went outside to play in the sandpit and run around the backyard playing with balls etc.
Adam was quite whingey and just wanted my attention and to be carried around; he also complained of a sore mouth which didn't concern me as I thought it was his two-year-old teeth coming through so I treated him with Bonjela.
The little boy we were babysitting was picked up around midday, so I thought the best thing was to feed the boys (Adam and Troy) and put them to bed. Adam wasn't interested in eating anything.
I was toilet training the boys so while I was in the toilet with Troy I left Adam sitting in the hallway where I could see him.
He vomited up a clear liquid and was very drowsy, but I cannot remember him having a temperature at this time. I put the boys to bed and checked on them regularly during their nap, but what I didn't realise at the time was that Adam was in the same position and unconscious.