I’m working on a post about daycare, but first I need to give some background info. I don’t believe I ever mentioned the biter at Meg’s daycare. Near the end of May she came home one day with a bite mark on her stomach. Apparently she’d been riding a play car outside. Another kid wanted it. She refused to get off, he tried to make her, they struggled a little, and he bit her. She had a pretty bad mark/bruise, but I figured it was just a one-time thing. At least my kid wasn’t the biter, right? I was relieved I didn’t have to try to deal with the behavior.
The next week was Meg’s birthday. I really didn’t want to drop her off that morning. I knew it didn’t really matter to her what specific day was her birthday, but it mattered to me. But I put her in a special outfit and dropped her off with mini-cupcakes for her whole class. When she came home that night she had red frosting all over her outfit (what were we thinking sending red frosting?), tons of sunscreen in her hair (better than a sunburn I suppose, but I’d sent a sun hat), and two WELTS on her arms (complete with teeth marks). It didn’t exactly make me feel better about sending her to daycare.
The incident reports made me feel worse. At 9:30, Meg was “sitting at the table when another child bit her.” At 10:30, she was “standing in line when another child came up and bit her.” We were furious. This was beyond a one-time thing; now she’d been bitten three times by the same kid and he’d been the instigator all three times. I realize how hard, maybe almost impossible, it is to stop a kid from biting, but something needed to be done. What made us even more upset was that she had been bitten hard enough to have a full set of teeth marks on both arms and we weren’t called. I would have picked her up immediately.
Everytime I thought about her sitting (or standing) there, minding her own business, then having another kid run up and attack her, on her birthday no less, made me furious. I tried several times to write about it here, but thinking about it would make me so mad I'd have to stop.
The next day, Thomas called and talked to the director. She said the kid was biting everyone in the class. Repeatedly. They were giving him one last chance before kicking him out, because he had been put on medication they thought might help. (Sounds weird to me – what kind of medication? ADD, maybe?) She also said that the next week Meg was moving to the two-year-old room, so she’d no longer be around the biter.
I don’t know whether he got kicked out or not. The next week Meg moved to her new room and she hasn’t gotten hurt at all since. But she now hates going to daycare and cries every time I drop her off.