Makes you want to punch something
Yesterday I worked late, then got to a Yelp event late, and when I got home Maggie was already home and asleep. itMama told me she had some weird bruise on her chest but no incident report. She was sleeping soundly so I wasn’t going to bother her.
I woke up early this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. I’d forgotten being told that Maggie had some bruises and when she woke up she was laying down and talking to me.
We had a somewhat conversation in which I asked her if she wanted to sleep some more, she indicated she didn’t but was having trouble getting up (standard morning legs baby, nothing unusual,) and was clutching her two dollies to her and standing at a lean. She sort of backed away when I went to pick her up and said “hurt”. I’d been going for the standard chest/arm lift, and changed it up a bit.
She hugged me and was really not interested in me putting her down. I finally did because there was some leaking going on at this point and she seemed a bit confused as to whether she should cry that I was putting her down or be happy that she was getting a diaper change. She decided on happy and we moved on.
I got her diaper changed, pants on, then went to change her shirt and noticed restraining strap lines down both sides of her chest. It looked like she’d been restrained too tightly or been tipped forward and held that way for a couple of minutes. I think she noticed I got very angry and she said something. I’m not sure what.
I got a shirt and shoes on her and decided we were going to school a bit early so I could talk to someone about this.
The entire way to school Maggie was saying she didn’t want to go. While we have our problems occasionally, it’s never been directed at the school. She always is happy to see the school even if she’s sad when her parents leave her there. She wasn’t happy today.
As we pulled up she said “bye school” – she didn’t want to be there. I asked her if she wanted to walk and she said no. I carried her in and talked to the director, then went into her room and didn’t let her go. The people there were concerned about what happened, it was agreed it must have been from the straps on a cart they cart the kiddies around in.
But why there were bruises, especially when Maggie is the queen of getting the straps off, nobody knows.
Everyone at the school was taking it seriously. They moved her to the next class and are moving a kid from that class to the next. While it’s where she needs to be anyway, it’s also hopefully to remove the kiddo while the investigation is going on when the later daycare workers arrive.
I left her hugging her favorite person at the daycare and left instructions that if she was miserable or even crying to give me a call and I would come and get her.
I don’t know what’s up, and my barely verbal toddler can’t tell me, and it’s 9am and I want to beat something or someone and have for a couple of hours now.