I abruptly terminated my babysitter’s services. I don’t have a plan B, but I just couldn’t leave the kids there for one more day without knowing for sure what was going on. From the very beginning, we’ve felt that she just wasn’t like our previous sitter. I always tried to give her the benefit of the doubt even though I was sure Esteban didn’t care for the new arrangement at all. A couple of months ago, he just flat out told me that he wasn’t happy with the services we were receiving. Jayden would always came home with all kinds of bumps, bruises, scrapes, mosquito bites etc. And one day, Esteban was bathing him and found a bruise on his rear end. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to go back to our old sitter so badly and beg her to please take the baby, but instead, I got us on a wait list for Head Start. That was two months ago. Things weren’t getting better.
I picked up Jayden from the sitter last Wednesday and it was like everything that could have been done wrong was wrong. That night, Jayden cried for so long and then I felt so guilty about him being run ragged all day long at daycare and put him in bed with me. He was twisting and turning and crying out in sleep all night and fell out of the bed twice. He’s never once fallen off the bed like that. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
Jayden hadn’t gotten his nap that day. Why? Was he over stimulated? What do they do besides play all day from morning to evening outside in the dirt? Do they sing songs, or dance or learn their colors, shapes or letters and numbers? Do they color or read books? In the 5 months that he’s been there, I’ve only received artwork twice.
And why is he always so banged up? Are the children being monitored or is it every man for him self out there? Once, Jayden was scratched pretty bad near his eye by another child. On another occasion, he had been bitten by another child. My mind was racing with different things that had happened on different occasions.
Also, Jayden was black with dirt. Now, he comes home filthy from the sitter’s every time he goes there. Sometimes he’s so filthy, I am disgusted with him and don’t even want to put him into his car seat. But on this day, he was super dirty. He had dirt in his nails that I had a very difficult time removing. Are they not washing hands often enough? Is that how they let him take his meals? He was wearing long pants, socks and sneakers and he even had dirt and debris inside his shoes, socks, and diaper. Yes, his genital area and bottom were black with dirt. Even the outside of his diaper was black. Don’t they use the wipes I drop off every day? Does she let them play outside in the nude or without shoes on? What’s going on?
Then Jayden was wearing one of Maya’s diapers. Yes, he had been squeezed into one of my infant daughter’s diapers. Meanwhile, Maya was wearing someone else’s generic diapers. Now, I have nothing against generic diapers, but if I’m paying for brand name diapers and I’m bringing them to you, I expect you to use my diapers. And the thought of him having dirt in places where the sun don’t shine just infuriates me.
So, I call her and express my discontent. I share my concerns to which she lightheartedly blows off. What do you think is going on here, she asks? I have no idea, but I’d rather ask than wonder about it. I’m not really happy with any of the answers she’s giving me and I don’t feel better about things after our conversation. She told me that Jayden had his diaper changed around 3pm and he must have gotten dirty afterwards.
This brings me to my next concern. I removed the tight ass diaper at 7pm. It had been four hours since it had been changed and it was completely dry inside. Four hours and he hadn’t urinated? This isn’t like Jayden. My mind is racing. I start to remember that every time I pick up Jayden from the sitter’s, he immediately asks me for juice. Is he getting enough to drink? Is he dehydrated? I gave him a drink and it was gone within 5 minutes and his diaper was full within 30 minutes. And if he’s not getting enough to drink, is he getting enough to eat. Jayden has become the pickiest eater lately. He only wants to eat snacks all day long. I remember that once I dropped him off during breakfast and they had the children sitting at the table with a few cheerios sprinkled on a napkin and a piece of fruit. I remember thinking is that all they are going to eat? I also remember asking the sitter what Jayden had eaten for lunch that day. She wanted to know why and then said he wasn’t being a picky eater and was eating just fine. But she didn’t answer the question did she?
And then there’s Maya. Once, I picked her up and her top was completely soiled with something that was not food. When I called the sitter, she said Maya had been drooling quite a bit and had spent some time on the floor. Well, how dirty was the floor? My floors aren’t the cleanest in the land but her clothes never look like the bottom of Jayden’s socks. She doesn’t even crawl and already she looks like that? I start to remember that I had even found dirt (black soil) inside of Maya’s ears as well as Jayden’s. Heck, I’ve even had to clean out the dirt from his nostrils.
Then there’s the issue of Maya’s eating habits. According to the sitter, Maya won’t eat. She doesn’t want to take her bottle. She attributed it to Maya being nursed at home and refusing the bottle, but when Maya is home with daddy, she takes 3-4 bottles and gulps them down. I remember I called the sitter distressed once because Maya had a pronounced indentation on her scalp. In the end, I determined she was dehydrated and you could really tell because her soft spot was really pronounced. I came home that day around 6pm and her diaper was dry. I didn’t change her diaper again until 3am and she still did not have a wet diaper. This solidified that she was dehydrated.
I started to drop off cereal to accompany her 3 bottles of milk. Once, she gave me the cereal back and said she had simply forgotten to give it to her. On her last day there, I dropped off three bottles, baby cereal and a container of baby food. When I picked up the kids, she returned all the bottles and half of the baby food. Maya didn’t want to eat today. What? All day, she had 2 ounces of cereal, one ounce of milk and maybe an ounce and a half of her carrots? I know Maya when she’s hungry. It’s not a pretty sight. How could she just not feed her?
Once, she told me that she had given Maya another binky she had laying around. Gross!
Another time she said she had given Maya some Tylenol because she was being fussy. I keep Tylenol in Maya’s bag, but she said she couldn’t find it and gave her some she had on hand. Hmmm. I don’t know who’s mouth the dropper has been in. And, I never filled out the medicine form so why is she dispensing medication without my consent?
Maya’s playpen is always full of stuff. It seemed to be used for storage more than anything else. So, where is Maya taking her naps?
The list could go on and on. There’s nothing I could put my finger on. There was no clear or consistent offense, but tons of these little isolated instances that just add up to a whole heap of concerns. I didn’t want to find myself saying, “I always thought something just wasn’t right”. I had to pay attention to my mother’s instinct. So I yanked them out.
I don’t know what I’m going to do, but we’ll figure it out. One step at a time!