Then, she propped it up on the coffee table, opened an app, and angled the camera toward the nursery.
I leaned in.
At first, I thought I was seeing it wrong. But then the tablet screen lit up with hearts, emojis, and scrolling comments.
Claire smiled at the screen and whispered greetings. She aimed the tablet perfectly into the nursery, like she’d done it before. She even typed in a title across the bottom of the stream:
“Nanny Nights: Part 12.”
Rose let out a sharp breath behind me.
We watched as Claire cooed at the camera like some influencer, chatting about Zoey’s sleep habits, feeding schedule, and even how long she napped. Then came the caption, “Night routine with Baby Z 💕👶 #NannyLife”
I felt sick.
Our daughter’s bedtime… was content.
We’d trusted this woman to care for our newborn. And she was broadcasting her every move to strangers. Who was watching? How many? And why?
Zoey stirred in her crib. A small cough. Then a sharper one. Her legs kicked under the blanket, and she made this awful wheezing noise.Continue reading…