Richard Tocci

Richard Tocci
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Saturday, December 27, 2008

Happy Hayden and the Daycare from Hell

Hayden and Alex used to go to a school\daycare in College Station where my soon-to-be-ex-wife also worked since I moved out nearly a year ago. I'm not going to mention the name of the place here -- if you want to know, drop a comment or send me an email and I'll tell you who they are. My ex does not work there any longer, along with several other people, and so it makes sense that my boys no longer attend daycare there, either.

Now, everyone knows that Hayden was diagnosed with spastic cerebral palsy. This means that his physical and mental development is slower than other kids. He's nearly two years old, and has yet to sit up on his own. He crawls, but can't yet pull himself up, though he's figured out how to crane his head up from a frontal laying position to watch TV. But in the last few months, both he and Alex seemed to be sicker than normal.

Now, I know kids get sicker, faster, and easier, when they are stuck in a confined space with 20 other sniffling, sneezing, snot-nosed kids. I understand that. But it was getting to the point where my ex had to take days off at a time to take Hayden home with a fever, or to the doctor (who told us it was nothing more than a "virus", which is another story I could get into in another post), or home to be drugged up and put to bed, to get better in one day, and then go back to school, and have the vicious cycle start all over again. It didn't help that I was out of town and the end-of-year vacation cycle began, so I couldn't always take a day off to help out.

This weekend is the first full weekend I'll have the boys. I had them one night last week, on Thursday as I always do, and Hayden was happy. He was happier than I had seem him in months. He ate without puking. He did not have a nose full of green thick snot. He wasn't coughing his head off like he was a 2-pack-a-day smoker. I don't have to get rid of my dogs! He was FINE!

What's my point? Check your daycare providers. Make sure they are doing things like cleaning the place, with bleach and water, once a day. Toys should be plastic and cleaned in bleach and water every day.

No one is perfect -- I found pink-colored mold in my bathroom a week ago and promptly bleached the shit out of it, killed it, and then mopped all moppable floors in my house. With bleach. Yes, bleach stinks, but it kills things like mold, mildew, viruses, bacteria, and spiders. Yes, it kills spiders -- it was in my way and I didn't see it till the bleach water hit it.

OK, so I call this the Daycare from Hell. It was not a BAD place -- it was hell on Hayden, and now that he's out of the place, I'm happy. You don't know how happy it made me that he ate an entire meal and did not even THINK about throwing up!

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