“I worked at a daycare in my early 20’s, in the infant room.
One of the other employees had an infant son, so he stayed in there. She would come to check on him every five or ten minutes throughout the day, and accuse me of all kinds of awful things if she perceived anything to be wrong, and always made sure we were alone when she did it…
One day, she brought him some Oreos to eat (at seven months old!) and insisted I feed them to him while she watched. Okay, whatever I guess. So, I sat him in a high chair and gave him the cookies. Predictably, after finishing, he was covered from head to toe. She insists that I bathe him. Okay, that’s normal. So, I proceed to give him a bath. Clean baby. She leaves, comes back a little while later, and finds a tiny speck of cookie under one of his fingernails. In response, she blows the heck up at me.
The next day, I requested a transfer to another classroom and told my supervisor what was going on. She didn’t really believe me but gave me the transfer. A week or so later, I was outside supervising the 3-year-olds on the playground. The crazy lady came stomping outside, holding her son, who had a tiny little mark on his forehead (not a bruise, not a scratch… just the kind babies get every darn day from any normal activity), and asked me what I had done to him!
What the heck, lady? I quit shortly after that, mainly to get away from her.
And the list goes on…
He slept 10 minutes longer than normal at nap time, so I must have given him something to ‘make’ him sleep.
He spits up after a bottle, so I must have fed him poisoned food
He had a tiny (self-inflicted) scratch on his face, so I attacked him with my fingernails
His hands and elbows had little marks from ‘tummy time,’ so I must be beating him.
All of this stemmed from me feeding her kid an Oreo!”
