Hi Everyone, 

It's been a moment since I've shared an update. I started the petition in hopes it would get much NEEDED attention. Although, I feel I hit a wall. Mostly my mental health as the result of the LACK of bond has caused me. 

Can you imagine what I've had to overcome in the last year? A YEAR!? February 25th will mark ONE year since Wyatt suffered life threatening injuries at our in home daycare providers home. I remind you, he was declared brain dead at 3:30(ish)AM Feb 26th after having to wait almost 12 hours to speak to anyone. Little did we know that those 12 hours would be the only hope we had at all. The first indications confirmed Wyatt had no brain activity in the part of his brain that makes him, him. Meaning, If he were to survive he would have zero quality of life. We were informed it was all appearing to be a result of being shaken and that the amount of force it would take to endure the severe injuries were explained as "Pure Rage." 

I screamed in the doctors face, said no one would hurt a baby. MY BABY! We spent a few days in the hospital, watching Wyatt hooked up to the only thing keeping him alive, MACHINES. We decided it was important to  insure all measures were taken to be able to prove, not only to us, but also to make sure that if this was our reality, we would have everything we needed to make sure justice was served. We were not going to leave the hospital with accusations, just facts. We begged for any other reasonable explanation. How could we ever believe someone abused AND neglected our happy, smiling baby boy!?

March 1st arrived, we were met one last time. The results were read to us and they said "It's time." I looked into the doctors eyes and begged, "ARE YOU SURE." The reply "YES, I am 1,000% confident, Wyatt suffered from Abusive Head Trauma, one of the most severe cases I've eve seen."

5:30pm, March 1st, we started removing life support so we could hold our baby until he passed, 10:56pm. Every time we spoke, his heart rate would spike back up. His heart was so strong, but his body couldn't survive without the machines, he would never be able to come home. 

March 31st, FINALLY, THAT phone call, "we arrested HER today" We felt so much relief, finally!! JUSTICE WAS COMING!!!!

we were so SO wrong. Within hours she posted bond and was back home on a 10,000 cash bond- WHAT!? 

I've spent the past year looking over my shoulder, looking for her vehicle, not going to public events, taking extreme measures to avoid her. The day came, it took longer then I thought, but we live only a few blocks from her and in a community population of 2,600. My older son was sick and needed things. I didn't have time to think about anything else. I ran into the only store open late, there she was.

Can you imagine seeing the lack of remorse, my body giving out on me, the panic and anxiety I've lived with since, loosing handfuls of hair, trips to the ER and the emotional toll on my body constantly tense, in survival mode dreading the next time I might run into her? That's how I live every single day.

the fact is, victims should NOT have to live the way we've been forced to live. We lost our son, he was taken from us by a human being why are we the ones living to avoid his abuser?

Please help us make a