17 Nannies Whose Adventures Could Fill a Best-Selling Novel

I was referred to a family with two very sweet boys, 18 months and 4 years. Waaaay pre-cell phone days. Everything went swimmingly. I fed them dinner, we played, then it was time to get ready for bed. Their pjs, I'd been told, were hanging on the back of their bedroom door. Sure enough, there they were, along with an oxygen tank. Taken aback I asked the 4 year old what that was doing there. Very nonchalantly he said, oh, that's for when my brother can't breathe right. I got them to bed, checked the youngest obsessively, and waited the 3 hours until their parents got home, livid. When I confronted them, Mom broke down in tears. Anytime they've explained to a sitter beforehand, they wouldn't stay. I reminded them that I was fully first aid and CPR certified for kids and infants and I would have been more than happy to learn what I needed to, as I had for other families, but I couldn't trust them. Dad spent the entire ride home apologizing and trying to get me to change my mind. Sometimes I still wonder if I did the right thing, but at 17 I was just horrified that they'd put me in that position.

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