So today started out as any other day. I have a huge proposal I’m trying to get though at work and it’s slow going. Then I hear a coworker talking about how a 6-week old died at an in-home daycare yesterday and it’s all over the news. I hate news stories like that, but out of morbid curiosity I check it out. Baby Death at Daycare! Illegal At-Home Daycare! And then I realize in horror that it happened to the provider who took care of Rowan for her first three years. I feel sick inside.
I feel sick because it might be due to SIDS or whatever, but the new agencies are going to rake her over the coals. I know how much she has always loved kids, and for this to happen on her watch must be a terrible feeling. She was Rowan’s second mom. I seriously doubt she had anything to do with it, but I know public opinion will be against her. And I feel so awful for the parents, because that is a parent’s worst nightmare. What a horrible situation all around, and I can’t stop thinking about it.
So I came home and have been all over Nova. She chooses this day to be really sleepy, and rather than be like “Whee! Free time!” I just want to hold her and confirm she’s okay.