Heaven, I had to leave the kids with my Mum (at my house though, so I think that helped) to go to a funeral when Ryan was 3 months old. I was away for about four hours (and didn't even get to the wake!), and he needed a feed while I was out. Mum got him to have a bottle of formula (I told her to feed him if need be), but with great struggle. He was very pleased to have me home once I got back. It was on my mind while I was out, especially by the time I felt like my bbs were going to explode, but I knew things were under control (I actually had my phone on silent and told my Mum to ring me so that I knew if there was a problem, but not that I would answer it, so that was reassuring).