My sister and I were talking over the holidays about when my mom did day care back in the 1960's. There were no licenses required then, and basically, the dc kids did what we did. In the suburbs in those days, that meant that they ran up and down the street with the rest of the neighborhood kids.
One time, she had a baby, and came so, so close to losing him--a few hours in fact. His family was rather casual about his care. They liked to spend the entire weekend at the lake, and on Mondays, he came in with sunburn, mosquite bites, and diaper rash. Mom spent all week getting him well, only to repeat the whole thing. She finally offered to keep him all weekend at no cost. So, we had him from Friday morning until Monday evening every week. We had known for months that something was wrong with him. At a year old, he couldn't sit up alone. Mom kept telling her that wasn't right, but she swore she had seen the doctor and he told her he was just a little slower than the other babies. That last week, our sweet, placid little baby screamed non-stop. He went home on Monday evening, and during the night, he died. It turns out that he had something wrong with his brain (I can't remember what), had a seizure and either died from the seizure or smothered from becoming trapped between the crib and mattress. The doctors said that was irrelevant because the seizure would have killed him within minutes anyway. To this day, we think that he was home alone or with his siblings because his parents said they heard nothing from a baby sleeping in the same room.
Anyway, it nearly killed my mother, and if it had happened at our house, I don't think she ever would have gotten over it.
I'm getting a newborn soon, and it's bringing back some of this (Gee, thanks Sis!)
I know that if it has happened to you, you probably won't want to discuss it, but we hear so much about the danger, and I wonder how often it actually happens in care.
One time, she had a baby, and came so, so close to losing him--a few hours in fact. His family was rather casual about his care. They liked to spend the entire weekend at the lake, and on Mondays, he came in with sunburn, mosquite bites, and diaper rash. Mom spent all week getting him well, only to repeat the whole thing. She finally offered to keep him all weekend at no cost. So, we had him from Friday morning until Monday evening every week. We had known for months that something was wrong with him. At a year old, he couldn't sit up alone. Mom kept telling her that wasn't right, but she swore she had seen the doctor and he told her he was just a little slower than the other babies. That last week, our sweet, placid little baby screamed non-stop. He went home on Monday evening, and during the night, he died. It turns out that he had something wrong with his brain (I can't remember what), had a seizure and either died from the seizure or smothered from becoming trapped between the crib and mattress. The doctors said that was irrelevant because the seizure would have killed him within minutes anyway. To this day, we think that he was home alone or with his siblings because his parents said they heard nothing from a baby sleeping in the same room.
Anyway, it nearly killed my mother, and if it had happened at our house, I don't think she ever would have gotten over it.
I'm getting a newborn soon, and it's bringing back some of this (Gee, thanks Sis!)

I know that if it has happened to you, you probably won't want to discuss it, but we hear so much about the danger, and I wonder how often it actually happens in care.
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