I think I have finally calmed down enough to where I can post this without flying into a fit of rage.
Let me start at the beginning.
I have always know that Nathan has cute adorable cheeks. The kind of cheeks you can just take a bite out of!
Well, today someone did just that!
At around 5 the daycare called Cornel to inform him that there had been some sort of "incident" at daycare. Apparently some kid bit Nathan. I being the cool level headed person I am almost lost it when he told me! I mean, there are 5 ladies in the room to take care of 20 kids! How was no one around when some kid used my son as a chew toy! Cornel proceeded to inform me that the daycare director told him it wasn't so bad, that it was just a small bruise. I was not appeased, but decided to let it go until we could go and pick him up.
I knew walking into the daycare that I was setting myself up. I was angry before I walked in the door. As soon as I saw him, I lost it.
This wasn't just a BRUISE his cheek had blood! I was livid!!
The girl in his room was very nice. She explained the situation calmly and I knew it wasn't their fault. I was accepting this when I put him into daycare. Then she told me that this "child" had also bitten another little girl.
She smiled. I didn't. You let a serial biter run loose with the other kids??
I should say that Nathan was fine. Smiling. Laughing. Playing. He was obviously not affected by this incident at all. Which is probably why I should have been more calm.
We proceeded to the lobby to put on his socks/shoes/coat etc. when the daycare director came by and asked if we wanted to talk.
So we walk into her office and all hell broke loose. I usually hate dealing with these kind of situations. Mostly because I cannot adequately articulate in French and I'm more intimidated than anything else. Today there was no intimidation!
I'm not really sure what was said. But I was angry. Cornel said it was the first time he had seen me behave this way, like a mother protecting her young. From what he describes I looked a little like this.
Thank God he was there. Out of the two of us, he is the one that always maintains a level head. After I screamed and cried. I felt better. Then being the person that I am. I apologized profusely for my behavior.
We walked out of there and I still didn't feel better. I realize that things like this are going to happen. I just didn't want them to happen to my baby!
On Monday when we go back to daycare I am going to ask if my son has to be bitten, that they at least give him the other cheek to make them even!
And as for Nathan, it is just his bad luck for having been born with "des joues a croquer" ... "cheeks you could eat!"