I'm curious to see how others would have handled this situation I found myself in..
I'm an Aunt to a 2 yr. old boy (just turned 2 in June). I was watching him recently as his mom had stomach pains and went to Emergency. She was in there from 8 am till about 3 pm.
While I took his mom to the hospital, my daughter stayed at their home for when he awoke. When he did, she brought him to our house so I could help her. All was fine throughout the day, then my daughter had to leave in the afternoon, so it was just the little guy and myself.
Late in the afternoon, he needed a diaper change and I went to find the wipes and diaper in his backpack that his mom always packs for him for their outings. He has his toys, snacks and everything else he needs.
When I looked in the pack, there were more than a handful of bright red and blue pills laying in the bag. The weren't even in a bottle or anything. I couldn't believe it. I tasted one when I didn't see any marking on it just to see if they were candy. Nope.
I texted his mom to ask what they were for and she called me back a minute later, saying 'omg.. I forgot!' She told me they were Tylenol.
Well, I couldn't stop myself, I was so angry and told her I couldn't even talk to her because it was such a stupid thing to forget and that thank God nothing happened to him. I told her that I was going to tell my brother (the dad) as soon as he came to pick him up. Shortly after, he did and he was upset too.
Now, there is some history here. There were other incidents that have caused me concern with my nephew. When he was just crawling around, they needed a place to stay, so we put them up in our basement.
I would go downstairs to find coins, and little pieces of garbage lying on the floor. I would tell her that she should routinely check the area to ensure there was nothing he could swallow, but it never seemed to make a difference.
The playpen he slept in was dirty, with dried up bottles and crumbs, as was his exersaucer. I found a prescription pill on the bathroom floor after she showered, and a whole bottle of Coldfx was emptied on the floor as he played while she watched TV.
I even talked to my brother a couple of times about it and he would just say that he knew, and that he talked to her about the same issues too.
During one of our outings with them recently, we went up to the mountains to shoot targets and claypots. She set up her chair with the baby not 5 feet away from the shooters. I told her that I didn't think that was a good idea, as they were too close to the noise from the guns. She frowned in displeasure but moved her chair a tiny bit. I asked her why he wasn't wearing his ear muffs to protect his ears and she said that he didn't like them and would let her put them on him. I couldn't believe it and told her that she was the parent. When she didn't respond, I took him away from there to play near this little creek away from the noise.
After the incident with the pills, they got angry and wouldn't talk to me. My brother said that he understood why I had reacted to finding the pills, but that he had to stick by her.
A few people I had talked to about this advised me that I should contact the child protection workers, which I had thought about as well, but didn't.
I read a Facebook status update that she wrote, where she stated how proud she was of her baby because he had an encounter at the pool with a bully who tried to take his toy. She bragged that her son had started pounding this kid on the head and wouldn't stop until she made him. I mentioned this to my sister who they are staying with, as well as saying that there were people who thought the Child Protection services should be contacted about some of these incidents.
Anyhow, this got back to my brother, who then told me that he couldn't believe I wanted to report them and that this was it for us. I haven't heard from them since.
Hence, my nick name on here. I am grieving..
Oh, and another interesting thing is, is that I spoke to my other sister about this whole matter, and she told me that it was really none of my business to say anything about any of the incidents, even if it meant the baby might be harmed. I just can't get over how different we are.
For me, I felt I had to speak up for my nephew, he sure can't speak up for himself.
Sometimes I feel family is overrated.. I'd be interested to hear any thoughts on this situation.. I only had my nephews best interest in mind, but now I don't get to see him..
I'm an Aunt to a 2 yr. old boy (just turned 2 in June). I was watching him recently as his mom had stomach pains and went to Emergency. She was in there from 8 am till about 3 pm.
While I took his mom to the hospital, my daughter stayed at their home for when he awoke. When he did, she brought him to our house so I could help her. All was fine throughout the day, then my daughter had to leave in the afternoon, so it was just the little guy and myself.
Late in the afternoon, he needed a diaper change and I went to find the wipes and diaper in his backpack that his mom always packs for him for their outings. He has his toys, snacks and everything else he needs.
When I looked in the pack, there were more than a handful of bright red and blue pills laying in the bag. The weren't even in a bottle or anything. I couldn't believe it. I tasted one when I didn't see any marking on it just to see if they were candy. Nope.
I texted his mom to ask what they were for and she called me back a minute later, saying 'omg.. I forgot!' She told me they were Tylenol.
Well, I couldn't stop myself, I was so angry and told her I couldn't even talk to her because it was such a stupid thing to forget and that thank God nothing happened to him. I told her that I was going to tell my brother (the dad) as soon as he came to pick him up. Shortly after, he did and he was upset too.
Now, there is some history here. There were other incidents that have caused me concern with my nephew. When he was just crawling around, they needed a place to stay, so we put them up in our basement.
I would go downstairs to find coins, and little pieces of garbage lying on the floor. I would tell her that she should routinely check the area to ensure there was nothing he could swallow, but it never seemed to make a difference.
The playpen he slept in was dirty, with dried up bottles and crumbs, as was his exersaucer. I found a prescription pill on the bathroom floor after she showered, and a whole bottle of Coldfx was emptied on the floor as he played while she watched TV.
I even talked to my brother a couple of times about it and he would just say that he knew, and that he talked to her about the same issues too.
During one of our outings with them recently, we went up to the mountains to shoot targets and claypots. She set up her chair with the baby not 5 feet away from the shooters. I told her that I didn't think that was a good idea, as they were too close to the noise from the guns. She frowned in displeasure but moved her chair a tiny bit. I asked her why he wasn't wearing his ear muffs to protect his ears and she said that he didn't like them and would let her put them on him. I couldn't believe it and told her that she was the parent. When she didn't respond, I took him away from there to play near this little creek away from the noise.
After the incident with the pills, they got angry and wouldn't talk to me. My brother said that he understood why I had reacted to finding the pills, but that he had to stick by her.
A few people I had talked to about this advised me that I should contact the child protection workers, which I had thought about as well, but didn't.
I read a Facebook status update that she wrote, where she stated how proud she was of her baby because he had an encounter at the pool with a bully who tried to take his toy. She bragged that her son had started pounding this kid on the head and wouldn't stop until she made him. I mentioned this to my sister who they are staying with, as well as saying that there were people who thought the Child Protection services should be contacted about some of these incidents.
Anyhow, this got back to my brother, who then told me that he couldn't believe I wanted to report them and that this was it for us. I haven't heard from them since.
Hence, my nick name on here. I am grieving..
Oh, and another interesting thing is, is that I spoke to my other sister about this whole matter, and she told me that it was really none of my business to say anything about any of the incidents, even if it meant the baby might be harmed. I just can't get over how different we are.
For me, I felt I had to speak up for my nephew, he sure can't speak up for himself.
Sometimes I feel family is overrated.. I'd be interested to hear any thoughts on this situation.. I only had my nephews best interest in mind, but now I don't get to see him..