I am just going to say it, there was abuse caught at my child's day care. Saturday, Josh was at work and he text me and said "don't let me forget I have something to tell you when I get home, it involves the police." As soon as he got home, since he is the loudest human being on earth, I told him to be quiet because Evie was sleeping and his response was "good, you can't freak out." He proceeded to tell me that a staff (I will refer to as 'S') was seen abusing two different children at the daycare (one older and one younger than Evie) and staff tried to turn it in to the center director (K) and nothing got done about it. The director's responses were "she must be having a bad day" and "maybe it's her pregnant hormones" Yeah thats right, S is pregnant. So, its my understanding that the center director didn't tell the whole stories to the families and possibly falsified some documents or left things out, so another staff stepped up and told the families the real story so now there is police, state, and dfs involvement. I am going to leave out the details of what S did to these children, out of respect for them and their families but its sad and the fact that none of us know how long this has been going on or what other children have been treated in this manner, is devastating.
I am going to give you some history here- a little over 2 years ago, my husbands brother (his wife and her brother) a guy his brother works with (S's dad) and his girlfriend, and S began adult bullying me (its weird to use that word but I don't know what else to call it.) They would slander me on social media at any given chance, called me every farm animal you can think of, harassed me about the make up I do, took pictures of me when I was out in public, tried to pull in any and everybody around here to hate me...I mean, really anything you can think of except putting their hands on me ALTHOUGH, my husband did get punched in the face at one point for trying to defend my honor. It was bad, it was really bad, luckily I am really strong and I really know my worth, and I didn't let it get to me, but they did pull in my husband's father and grandma (who no longer talk to us) by telling lies and I did fear they were going to pull in my step daughter but she doesn't seem to be effected, thank goodness. I did avoid places I knew these people would be so Christmas parties I would usually go to or gas stations where they worked were off limits for me. Well, in January 2018, I walked into my daughter's day care room and S was standing there changing Evie's diaper. I remember my heart beating out of my chest and trying to hold in tears; I grabbed her and walked out and held it together until she went to bed that night.....I was so scared of what she would do to Evie. The next day, I went to drop Evie off at daycare and I saw S's car and I began to bawl. I ran into the elementary where the principal was and I sat in his office, crying, trying to explain how awful this person had been to me and how scared I was to leave my child there. I begged him not to let S be around Evie. He just looked confused and told me that he didn't think S was in Evie's room that day (Evie was in the infant room at that time, S was working in the toddler room, and they are connected by one door that is usually always open so NO that wasn't good enough so I took her home with me. I asked for S's schedule or to be notified when S would be working and they directed me to the secretary of the school. I talked to her and she said she would notify me so I thought it was all going to be ok, until it wasn't, and the next thing you know, I am picking up Evie once again, and there is S in her room. I called the secretary and lost it, it wasn't nice, and I apologized later, but GAAHHH. She told me that she had talked to the superintendent (T) and he said that since they don't do that for other people, she couldn't do that for me. She also went on to tell me that S was a good person and she wouldn't jeopardize her job there and that she doesn't have bad intentions. I then scheduled a meeting with the center director to let her know my fears and gave some background and I kid you not, she sat there with her nose turned up and her eyes rolling as she basically told me, staff S was more important than Evie and that she knew S would never hurt any child. All of these people who so confidently said these things I hope are kicking themselves in the ass now. The superintendent showed up as well with his arms folded across his chest, equally as hateful, and told my husband and I that we could take our child elsewhere. We felt defeated until somebody mentioned taking it to the school board, so we did. Of course I had to make that request through the superintendent, who by this time, thinks I am a joke and makes it really apparent. About this time, S's husband caught wind that we had a meeting and he began sending threatening text and calling names and blah blah. Anyway, (T) told me that the board meeting was on this day and to be there by 7pm. We showed up a little before 7pm and we were waiting in the hallway as 7:30 hits. My husband knocked and asked when we would be up and (T) says "its going to be a little bit, you came too early" so finally about 8 we get in the room and OH! guess who the president is, (K's) dad, so theres that. He told us "we usually give people 3 minutes to talk but we will give you 10" We told our story, we told our fears, we told how we had been treated by (T) and (K), I cried, I begged, and then we left. They said (T) will get back to you with our answer UGH! The next day, there comes an email from (T): The school board has not granted your request to be notified of when S is working. I don't live around here, I don't have family or friends that can watch Evie, and in reality, most of those women working there (who had been with Evie since she was 4 months old), I would give my kidney to if they needed it because of how much they love her and she loves them so after a long discussion with my husband and I, we decided to keep Evie there and hope and pray that nothing ever happened. We would examine Evie anytime I saw S's car there and I would ask questions; I made it real clear that this wasn't OK but I also knew that the school wasn't on my side and didn't seem to have any understanding or respect.
Now, here we are. This person who I had warned the school about and who I feared would hurt my baby, hurt other people's babies. Its disgusting, its sad, and it infuriates me. I want to scream, cry, and hug those children that were hurt by her. Last night, I almost woke Evie up just to check over her entire body to make sure she was ok, to hug her, and to tell her I love her. These poor mamas that have to imagine the things they have been told that happened to their kids :( I PRAY that justice is served to the person that did it and the people who did nothing about it. If you are the praying type, send one this way!
I am going to give you some history here- a little over 2 years ago, my husbands brother (his wife and her brother) a guy his brother works with (S's dad) and his girlfriend, and S began adult bullying me (its weird to use that word but I don't know what else to call it.) They would slander me on social media at any given chance, called me every farm animal you can think of, harassed me about the make up I do, took pictures of me when I was out in public, tried to pull in any and everybody around here to hate me...I mean, really anything you can think of except putting their hands on me ALTHOUGH, my husband did get punched in the face at one point for trying to defend my honor. It was bad, it was really bad, luckily I am really strong and I really know my worth, and I didn't let it get to me, but they did pull in my husband's father and grandma (who no longer talk to us) by telling lies and I did fear they were going to pull in my step daughter but she doesn't seem to be effected, thank goodness. I did avoid places I knew these people would be so Christmas parties I would usually go to or gas stations where they worked were off limits for me. Well, in January 2018, I walked into my daughter's day care room and S was standing there changing Evie's diaper. I remember my heart beating out of my chest and trying to hold in tears; I grabbed her and walked out and held it together until she went to bed that night.....I was so scared of what she would do to Evie. The next day, I went to drop Evie off at daycare and I saw S's car and I began to bawl. I ran into the elementary where the principal was and I sat in his office, crying, trying to explain how awful this person had been to me and how scared I was to leave my child there. I begged him not to let S be around Evie. He just looked confused and told me that he didn't think S was in Evie's room that day (Evie was in the infant room at that time, S was working in the toddler room, and they are connected by one door that is usually always open so NO that wasn't good enough so I took her home with me. I asked for S's schedule or to be notified when S would be working and they directed me to the secretary of the school. I talked to her and she said she would notify me so I thought it was all going to be ok, until it wasn't, and the next thing you know, I am picking up Evie once again, and there is S in her room. I called the secretary and lost it, it wasn't nice, and I apologized later, but GAAHHH. She told me that she had talked to the superintendent (T) and he said that since they don't do that for other people, she couldn't do that for me. She also went on to tell me that S was a good person and she wouldn't jeopardize her job there and that she doesn't have bad intentions. I then scheduled a meeting with the center director to let her know my fears and gave some background and I kid you not, she sat there with her nose turned up and her eyes rolling as she basically told me, staff S was more important than Evie and that she knew S would never hurt any child. All of these people who so confidently said these things I hope are kicking themselves in the ass now. The superintendent showed up as well with his arms folded across his chest, equally as hateful, and told my husband and I that we could take our child elsewhere. We felt defeated until somebody mentioned taking it to the school board, so we did. Of course I had to make that request through the superintendent, who by this time, thinks I am a joke and makes it really apparent. About this time, S's husband caught wind that we had a meeting and he began sending threatening text and calling names and blah blah. Anyway, (T) told me that the board meeting was on this day and to be there by 7pm. We showed up a little before 7pm and we were waiting in the hallway as 7:30 hits. My husband knocked and asked when we would be up and (T) says "its going to be a little bit, you came too early" so finally about 8 we get in the room and OH! guess who the president is, (K's) dad, so theres that. He told us "we usually give people 3 minutes to talk but we will give you 10" We told our story, we told our fears, we told how we had been treated by (T) and (K), I cried, I begged, and then we left. They said (T) will get back to you with our answer UGH! The next day, there comes an email from (T): The school board has not granted your request to be notified of when S is working. I don't live around here, I don't have family or friends that can watch Evie, and in reality, most of those women working there (who had been with Evie since she was 4 months old), I would give my kidney to if they needed it because of how much they love her and she loves them so after a long discussion with my husband and I, we decided to keep Evie there and hope and pray that nothing ever happened. We would examine Evie anytime I saw S's car there and I would ask questions; I made it real clear that this wasn't OK but I also knew that the school wasn't on my side and didn't seem to have any understanding or respect.
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