Aaron's parents came by this weekend for a super-short trip. Actually, we weren't the highlight of their trip, but more on that later.
Yesterday as we were eating lunch I asked Aaron's step-father about how everyone in the family was doing. And he replied, "Well, you heard about Brenda's babysitter, right?"
(Brenda is Aaron's step-sister, she has three daughters - 10, 2 and 10 months.)
"Oh. Um. Well.."
Brenda's babysitter (I just typed "babyshitter" which is So Very Appropriate), who keeps the two little ones all day on weekdays, was just arrested for murdering a baby in her care.
Murdered. A. Baby. In. Her. Care.
The baby in question was five months old and crying a lot with teething. Supposedly, she crushed up an Ambien (prescription sleeping pill) and put it in his bottle. He was dead within minutes.
Initially, everyone thought the baby died of SIDS. The parents of the baby even kept their four year old child in the daycare (as did Aaron's step-sister). Then the toxicology report came back and then the daycare provider confessed.
Oh my God. Can you even imagine?
I'm the first person to claim I don't have my shit together. But to give a baby a sleeping pill? And then she confessed to giving nearly all the children she cared for Benadryl to keep the "calm" while in her care.