Our babysitter, Megan, seemed perfect. She sent cheerful photos, knew our one-year-old son\u2019s routine, and always explained his unusual sleepiness as exhaustion from playing.<\/p>\n
Then our delivery driver held a handwritten message up to our Ring camera: \u201cCHECK YOUR TRASH CAN.\u201d<\/p>\n
My husband, Ryan, and I rushed home. In the garbage, we found children\u2019s cough syrup, sleep medication, and a pharmacy bag bearing Megan\u2019s name. Upstairs, our baby barely reacted when I picked him up.<\/p>\n
Despite Megan\u2019s insistence that he was simply tired, we took him to the hospital. Doctors confirmed exposure to a sedating medication, and police began investigating.<\/p>\n
Megan eventually admitted she had repeatedly given him medicine to make him sleep and ease her workload.<\/p>\n
The driver, Andre, had noticed her nervously hiding a medicine bottle in the trash. Unable to speak through our broken Ring microphone, he wrote the warning instead.<\/p>\n
Our son recovered fully. A month later, Andre returned and asked whether he was okay.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is,\u201d Ryan told him. \u201cBecause of you.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"