Mom and Stewart brought Carrie back to my house in the early afternoon. They reported to me that she had slept much better Saturday night than Friday night. She also had more of an appetite Sunday. As a result, she had two bowel movements.

At about 5:45PM we put the car seat in my car and loaded Carrie and her belongings for the trip home.

At 7PM, Stewart called Carmen using his cell phone to let her know that we were approaching the state line and would be there on time. She said “OK” and hung up.

We arrived at Carrie’s home at precisely 8PM. Carmen and Dave were waiting with the door open. I recorded every moment from when Stewart took Carrie out of the car until we were back in my car. At the front door of the house, Carmen took Carrie from Stewart, and then she took the diap er bag and handed it to Dave. Dave walked into the living room for a few seconds then reappeared to stand in the doorway. Carmen said that she had called the day before in order to find out if we understood the change in dosage of Enulose (a stool softener). I told her that Enulose wasn’t in the bag when we picked Carrie up. She insisted that it was. I said that the only medication in the bag was Prevacid. She then asked Dave to give her the bag. He reached through the living room doorway to retrieve the bag and handed it to Carmen. She reached into a few pockets then pulled out a bottle of liquid medicine. Once again, she insisted it was in the bag the whole time. I explained that I had searched each pocket of the diaper bag and the Enulose wasn’t included. She then interrogated me about my conversations with Carrie’s doctors. She said that if I had talked to them, then I should have known about Enulose, and subsequently should have called to find out where it was when I discovered that it wasn’t there. I told her that the only medication I knew of was Prevacid. She said the same doctor prescribed both medications, so why didn’t the doctor tell me about Enulose. My only explanation was that doctors can’t remember everything. I know the Enulose wasn’t in the bag, nor did we know that it was one of Carrie’s medications. I said, “I hope it isn’t life-threatening.” She said something like, “When you’re a 15-month-old child with hemorrhoids and constipation it sure as hell hurts a lot.” She then shut the door. The entire event is on my video tape.