I have long been aware that the world is frequently a shitty place–shit happens, assholery abounds, people behave with unbelievable stupidity. And generally speaking, I’m, like, meh, that’s life, and go on to the next bookmark.
But this just touches me on a raw place, for some reason.
Who is the WORLD thought it was a good idea to stick a pacifier in a 4-month-old baby’s mouth, then tape it in there with a couple pieces of of box-sealing tape, and then go off and leave the baby in a darkened bathroom all by himself?
Angela and Kim, that’s who.
Some unsung hero (I hope to God it was a co-worker, because that would mean that at least there was one reasonably intelligent human being working at this place) phoned in an anonymous tip to Tennessee DHS that “someone was taping babies’ mouths shut at Noah’s Ark Nursery and Preschool”. DHS investigator showed up unannounced, heard a “whining noise” from the bathroom, went in there, and found the baby. Not dead, thank God, just probably pretty pissed off, because not only did he have his original upset that had resulted in Angela and Kim taping a pacifier in his mouth, but also he had a secondary upset in that someone taped a pacifier in his mouth, and he was probably, like, “DAMN, people!”
Angela sez it was a “mutual idea” between herself and Kim, but that Kim was the one who actually taped the baby’s mouth shut. Whatever, it doesn’t really matter, because they’re both obviously brain-dead.
For some reason I can handle stories of babies being raped and tortured, but this…it’s the well-meaning bright ‘n’ cheerful “hey, we think we solved our problem here” overall ignorance of it. Baby fussing? Hey, stick a pacifier in his mouth. Baby spits it out? Hey, tape it in there. Sweet.
And if the baby spits up, and aspirates it, and chokes to death? Stand there crying in wide-eyed innocence, I suppose, and insist that you had no idea something like that could ever happen. That’s what other ignorant people in similar situations have done. “Against stupidity the gods themselves contend in vain…”
I find myself, once again, being heartily thankful for my Sugar Daddy, who carried mail uncomplainingly for 20 years so I could be a SAHM and not have to find daycare.
And I find myself wondering, once again, how DO people manage to find safe, dependable daycare not staffed by total ignoramuses?