Today requires two blogs...I'll explain why shortly.
First, here:
http://www.theledger.com/article/20090717/NEWS/907179968
This family lives (lived?) about 5 houses down from us, and the poor little baby girl went to Charlotte's daycare. I am sick to my stomach right now, and at a loss for what to think.
My sitter called me on Thursday to tell me that the baby had been rushed to the hospital, but then we left for the beach and I had no idea what happened afterward. I feel so sad for this baby, and for her brother. I'm not sure how I feel about the mother right now, because I feel like she had to have known what was happening and covered it up. I'm reserving judgment, because I don't know, but it's difficult. I've considered that perhaps she was a victim of abuse herself, but I cannot imagine allowing someone to harm my child in such a manner. No matter how I try to wrap my mind around it, I just can't fathom it.
I saw the baby several times in the short weeks she attended daycare with Charlotte, and never would have suspected she was being abused. Of course, I wasn't around her a LOT, and I wasn't inspecting her closely, but she didn't cry a lot (which I would think she would, with a broken arm), and she wasn't fussy, and if she had bruises on her face/head/neck, I didn't see them. Though I seriously doubt there's anything I could have done to help the little girl, I still wonder. I also wonder if the sitter saw something and didn't report it, or if she truly didn't notice. I'll be calling her ASAP tomorrow to discuss.
It makes me sick that this man was in my neighborhood, and that he was in the same house as my daughter. That I saw him and smiled at him, even in passing, and treated him like a civilized human being. The more I type, the angrier I get, so I'm going to try to stop.
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