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Our son loves his teachers and friends at Little Sprouts. He’s always smiling when we pick him up. I also love that you send pictures throughout the day and the status sheet is now electronic. So convenient!

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Welcome to Little Sprouts Early Education and Child Care in Nashua, NH

Our school offers the early learning experience you are looking for – whether it’s trusted a preschool program or nurturing infant and toddler classrooms that are more than just “daycare,” our full-time and part-time options offer families the ideal care solution that fits their needs.

Little Sprouts Nashua is a welcoming, vibrant learning environment intentionally designed to inspire your child’s imagination and help your child feel safe, happy and nurtured. An extensive private playground is a highlight for families, with a variety of materials, structures, and equipment to continue the learning outside in the fresh air. As a special distinction, Little Sprouts Nashua has been honored with the nationally-recognized endorsement of excellence through NAEYC accreditation, offering high-quality care to infant, toddler, preschool, and pre-kindergarten children. We invite you to come discover our loving and welcoming school!

Conveniently located off Exit 1 on Route 3 near the New Hampshire and Massachusetts state line, Little Sprouts Nashua is a convenient choice for local and commuting families.

Leadership Overview

Linda Stockwell

Executive Director

Linda is passionate about the education of young children. She has been an educator for more than 30 years. She joined Little Sprouts in 2012 after working as the Education Director at a Montessori school and working in the public sector as a Special Educator. Linda currently lives in Merrimack, NH and enjoys spending time with her three grown children, reading, exploring the outdoors and creating quilts.

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Claire McMullen

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Claire is enthusiastic about education. She has been an educator for over 30 years, helping children develop a lifelong love of learning. Before joining Little Sprouts in 2012, Claire was a Center Director in western Massachusetts. She lives in Nashua, NH and enjoys hiking, reading and spending time with family and friends.

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My best friend sued me for medical malpractice.

“wrong birth” lawsuit.

Because I didn’t warn her about your illness in advance. After all, then she could have terminated the pregnancy, for which she prayed to both me and God.

I sank to the floor and buried my face in my hands. A week ago, the girls and I went to Target. I took her to dinner at an Italian bistro. Charlotte tried on black trousers, and we laughed at the low waists and the special butt support straps that women over forty have to sew into their pants. Bought Emma and Amelia the same pajamas.

We spent seven hours together and she never bothered to tell me that she was suing me.

I grabbed my mobile from my belt pouch and pressed three: speed dial, in front of it was only Rob’s house and office.

“Hello,” Charlotte said.

I couldn’t answer her right away.

– What is it?

– Piper?

– How could you?! Five years everything is fine, and then you take it and sue me?

– Let’s not call . ..

– My God, Charlotte, what did I do to deserve such treatment? What I did to you?

There was a pause.

“The main thing you didn’t do,” Charlotte said and hung up.

Charlotte’s medical record was kept in my office, ten minutes from the hospital. The secretary greeted me with a surprised look.

“You have to take delivery,” she said.

– Accepted.

Ignoring her, I went into the archives, pulled out the folder with Charlotte’s name on it, and returned to the car.

As I sat in the front seat, I said to myself, “Forget it’s Charlotte. Ordinary patient. But I could not bring myself to open this folder with colored labels around the edge.

I went to Rob’s clinic. He was the only orthodontist in Bankton, one might say, a monopolist in the adult dentistry market, but he still climbed out of his skin so that even children would be happy to find themselves in his chair. There was a TV set in the corner, showing some typical teen comedy. There was also a pinball and a computer with games in the reception area. I approached a secretary named Keiko.

“Hi, Piper,” she said. “You haven’t been seen here for half a year…

“I need Rob urgently,” I interrupted her, clutching the folder even tighter in my hands. Would you like me to go to his office?

Unlike my office, which was decorated in nautical colors for women to relax in (despite the shelves of plaster fetal models resembling baby Buddhas), Rob’s office was heavily paneled, luxurious and masculine. Huge writing desk, mahogany bookcases, photographs by Ansel Adams ^[6] on the wall. I sat down in a studded leather chair and spun around in it. In it, I felt so small, so insignificant.

And then I finally did what I had been dreaming about for two hours: I burst into tears.

– Piper? Rob interrupted me. – What’s happened? – He instantly appeared next to me and hugged me, dousing the smell of toothpaste and coffee. – Are you okay?

“I was sued,” I said through tears. Charlotte sued me.

He pulled back a little.

– What?

– Medical error. Because of Willow.

– I don’t understand… You didn’t even deliver her.

– This is about what happened before. I glanced at the folder on his desk. – About the diagnosis.

– But you diagnosed all right! And immediately sent her to the hospital.

– Obviously, Charlotte thinks I should have told her in advance… So that she could have an abortion.

Rob shook his head in disbelief.

– Well, that’s just ridiculous. They are zealous Catholics. Remember when you and Sean argued about abortion? He even left the restaurant.

– Doesn’t matter. I have had many Catholics. The possibility of terminating a pregnancy should always be considered. You can’t decide for parents based on your own opinion.

Rob frowned.

– Maybe it’s about money?

– Would you ruin the reputation of your best doctor friend for money?

Rob glanced at the folder.

– As far as I know you, you were supposed to document Charlotte’s pregnancy in great detail. So?

– I don’t remember.

– What’s in the folder?

– I… can’t open it. Open yourself.

– Honey, if you don’t remember, then there’s probably nothing to remember. This is pure insanity. Review the materials and give them to your lawyer. That’s why you made insurance, I understand correctly?

I nodded.

– To be with you?

I shook my head.

– It’s all right.

But I didn’t believe it myself. As soon as the door slammed behind Rob, I took a deep breath and finally opened the folder. I started from the very beginning – from the history of the disease.

Which, I thought to myself, should not be confused with the history of our friendship.

Height: 5’2 Weight: 145 lbs.

The patient has been unsuccessfully trying to get pregnant for a year.

I turned the page: laboratory confirmation of pregnancy; blood test for HIV, syphilis, hepatitis B, anemia; urinalysis for bacteria, sugar, protein. Everything was normal until the quadruple screen showed an increased risk of Down syndrome.

An ultrasound at 18 weeks was scheduled, but I was also looking for confirmation or refutation of Down syndrome. Maybe, having focused on this, I did not even think to look for other anomalies? Or were they simply not there?

Bending over the pictures, I tried to find at least some, even the most inconspicuous traces of fractures. I carefully studied the spine, heart, ribs, tubular bones. An embryo with OP could have already broken something by this point, but due to a defect in collagen, it was even more difficult to see them. You can’t blame the doctor for not giving warning signals about a seemingly completely normal phenomenon.

The last frame was of a skull.

Putting my palms on the edges of the image, I peered at the crisp, high-contrast photograph of the brain.

Absolutely clear.

But not because of the high quality of our equipment, as I thought then, but because of the demineralization of the calvaria. A skull that hasn’t hardened properly.

We doctors are taught to look for deviations from the norm, and not too bright manifestations of it.

Did I know, then still not familiar with you and your illness, that demineralization of the calvarium is the first sign of OP? Should I know? Did Charlotte press on the peritoneum to check the hardness of the fetus’s skull? I didn’t remember it. I didn’t remember anything, except for one thing: I said that the child did not have Down syndrome.

I didn’t remember if I had taken any measures that could help me now.

I took my bag and pulled out my wallet. At the very bottom, under the rubble of gum wrappers and pens with advertisements for pharmaceutical companies, was a stack of business cards tied with a rubber band. I found the right one among them and dialed the law firm number from Rob’s phone.

“Booker, Hood and Coates,” the secretary greeted me.

“I’m your malpractice client,” I said. “And it looks like I need your help.

That night I couldn’t sleep. Then I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, trying to understand if I had time to change over the past day. Can you read doubt on a person’s face? Maybe it settles in thin rays around the eyes or wrinkles around the lips?

Rob and I decided not to tell Emma until we figured everything out. I suspected that Amelia might let it slip at school (the lessons had already begun), but she, too, might not know what her parents were up to.

I sat down on the toilet and stared at the full moon shaking like an orange ball on the windowsill. The light spilled onto the tiled floor and pooled in the tub. Dawn is coming soon, which means I have to go to work and take care of patients who are already pregnant or just want to get pregnant. But I could no longer be sure of my opinion.

The few times I couldn’t sleep because I was upset—like when my father died or when the office manager stole several thousand dollars from the hospital—I called Charlotte. And although of the two of us, I was more accustomed to late-night telephone conversations, she never complained. She acted like she was waiting for my call. I knew Charlotte would be up to her neck with Willow and Amelia the next day, but she would chat with me for hours, everything and nothing, until I calmed down.

I was licking my wounds and wanted to call my best friend. But this time, it was she who inflicted these wounds on me.

A spider crawled along the wall. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Everything I knew about gravity and physics in general indicated that it must fall. The closer he crawled to the ceiling, the stronger was my delight. Throwing his legs over the edge, he crawled under a peeled piece of wallpaper.

I asked a thousand times to glue them, but no one listened to me. And now, after looking closely, I realized that I do not like this wallpaper at all. We needed to start over. Apply a coat of fresh paint.

Leaning my knee on the edge of the bathtub, I reached out with my right hand and ripped off a long piece in one sharp movement.

But most of the paper still remained on the wall.

What do I understand about wallpapering?

What do I understand in general ?

I needed a steamer, but where can I get one at 3 am? So I had to turn on the hot water, both in the tub and in the sink, to fill the room with steam. I tried to grab hold of the strip of wallpaper with my nails.

I was suddenly blasted with cold air.

– What are you doing here? asked Rob, whose silhouette was barely visible in the mist.

I tear off the wallpaper.

– In the middle of the night? Piper…” he sighed.

– I couldn’t sleep.

He turned off all the taps.

Try to sleep.

Rob took me back to bed, laid me down and covered me with a blanket. I rolled onto my side and he wrapped his arm around my waist.

“I can redecorate the bathroom,” I whispered when it was clear from his even breathing that he had fallen asleep.

Last summer, Charlotte and I looked at interior design magazines all day long. Maybe minimalism? Charlotte suggested, but quickly turned the page. “Or French provincial style?” You need to buy a jacuzzi, she insisted. – Toilet “Toto”. Towel dryer. I only laughed in response: “And mortgage the house again?”

When I meet with Guy Booker from the law firm, he will probably take inventory of my property. Appreciate our home. Our savings: pension fund, Emma’s college money, everything. Anything that can be taken away as compensation.

I decided that tomorrow I will buy this steamer. And all other instruments. I’ll fix everything myself.

“Looks like I screwed up,” I honestly admitted as I sat down across from Guy Booker at an extremely imposing table with a shiny surface.

My lawyer was painfully similar to Cary Grant: gray hair with black marks on the temples, an English suit, even the dimple on his chin is exactly the same.

“Let me decide whether you screwed up or not,” he said.

He said that we have twenty days to file a response to the complaint. Formal petition to the court.

– So osteopsathyrosis can be diagnosed as early as the twentieth week of pregnancy?

– Yes. At least lethal. ultrasound.

– Nevertheless, your patient’s daughter survived.

“Yes,” I said. “And thank God…”

I liked that he called Charlotte a patient. This allowed me to keep my distance.

– And she has a very complicated type of illness, the third one?

– Yes.

He flipped through the contents of the folder again.

– Femur in the sixth percentile?

– Yes. This is documented.

– But this is still not a sure sign of OP.

– This could mean anything. Down’s syndrome, musculoskeletal dysplasia… Or that one of the parents didn’t grow tall. Or that we made a mistake in the measurements. From many embryos within the standard deviation – like Willow at the eighteenth week – absolutely healthy people grow up. The anomaly can be identified later.

– So, no matter the outcome, would you still advise her not to rush things?

I stared at him in surprise. In his wording, my act really did not look like a mistake.

– But her skull… The lab assistant noticed…

– Did she tell you that this could negatively affect the child’s health?

– No, but…

– She said the brain scan was very clear. Yes, the laboratory assistant drew your attention to something unusual, but it was difficult to consider it a full-fledged symptom. This could be due to a hardware failure or the position of the sensor. But you never know – just a great scanner!

– It could have been, but it wasn’t. – I got a lump in my throat. – It was a symptom of OP, but I did not notice it.

– We are talking about a procedure that cannot be used to make an accurate diagnosis. In other words, if the patient had gone to another doctor, exactly the same thing would have happened. Piper, this is not a medical error. The elbow is close, as they say, but you won’t bite – that’s my answer to these parents. Guy frowned. – Do you personally know at least one doctor who could diagnose OP in the eighteenth week? Given that the ultrasound would have shown only demineralization of the skull, a shortened femur and not a single fracture?

I looked down at the polished tabletop and could almost see my reflection in it.

“No,” I admitted. “But other doctors would have sent Charlotte for further testing. For a more detailed ultrasound or computer diagnostics.

“You have already recommended further examination to this patient once,” Guy remarked. – When the quadruple screen showed an increased risk of having a baby with Down syndrome.

I looked into his eyes.

– You advised her to have an amniocentesis then, didn’t you? And what did she say to you?

For the first time since I was given the blue brochure, my chest felt light.

– That she would still give birth to Willow.

“Well, Dr. Rhys,” the lawyer concluded. – As for me, there can be no question of any “erroneous birth” here.

Charlotte

I started lying all the time.

At first, the deceptions were small, harmless: affirmative answers to questions like “Are you okay?” When the nurse called me to the dentist three times and I didn’t hear, or refusing to participate in a telephone survey under the pretext of employment, when in fact I was sitting in the kitchen motionless and staring into nowhere. Then I began to lie in earnest. Cooked roast beef for dinner and forgot the oven was on, and then assured Sean, who was flailing in puffs of black smoke, that I was being sold low-quality meat. She smiled at the neighbors and said that everything was fine with us. And when your teacher called and invited you to discuss a certain “incident”, I pretended that I had no idea what, in principle, could upset you.

I saw you in an empty classroom, on a tiny chair by Miss Watkins’s desk. The transition to a regular kindergarten from a specialized one was not at all as cloudless as I had hoped. Yes, you were assigned an assistant who was paid for by the state of New Hampshire, but I had to work through blood and sweat to get every indulgence: to be allowed to go to the toilet and play in gym classes, if the games were not too dangerous and tiring. The only plus was the opportunity to escape from thoughts about the court. The downside is that I was not allowed to stay with you and personally control you. You studied with new children who did not know you. And what is OP, they didn’t know either. When I asked you how your first day of class was, you told me that you and Martha played with colored sticks and were both put on the same team to play capture the flag. I was glad that you had a new girlfriend, and asked if you would like to invite her over.

“I don’t think she’ll succeed,” you said. “She has to cook dinner for the whole family.” As it turned out, out of the whole class, you made friends only with your nurse.

When you saw me shaking hands with the teacher, you glared, but didn’t say a word.

– Hello, Willow! I said as I sat down next to you. “They say you were in trouble today.

– Will you tell it yourself, or would it be better for me? Miss Watkins asked.

You crossed your arms over your chest and shook your head.

– Two kids called Willow this morning to act out some imaginary play.

My face lit up.

– But this is wonderful! Willow is a big dreamer. “I turned to you. – Who were you? Animals? Or doctors? Or maybe astronauts?

“They played mother and daughter,” said Ms. Watkins. – Cassidy played the role of mother, Daniel played the role of father…

– And they wanted to make a child out of me! you screamed. – I’m not a child!

“Willow is very worried about her height,” I explained. – We prefer to call her physique “compact”.

– Mom, they all said that I was the smallest and therefore should be a child! And I didn’t want to be a child. I wanted to be a dad.

As far as I understand, this is the first time Miss Watkins has heard of this.

– Dad? I asked. – Why not mom?

– Because mothers lock themselves in the bathroom and cry and turn on the water so no one can hear them.

Miss Watkins looked at me.

“Mrs. O’Keeffe,” she said, “I think we should talk.

We drove in silence for five minutes.

– You can’t trip Cassidy when she’s having a snack.

Although, to be fair, you’re smart, God forbid: you didn’t have many ways to hurt someone without getting hurt more. The trip was a very sensible, albeit pernicious, move.

– Willow, you don’t want to earn a reputation as a bully in the first week, do you?

I didn’t tell you that when Miss Watkins and I walked out into the hallway, she asked if your behavior at school could be due to problems at home. I blatantly lied. “No,” I replied, pretending to think for a moment. “I have no idea where she got it from. However, Willow has always been very imaginative.”

– Well? I urged you on, expecting at least some remorse. – Do you want to say anything?

I glanced sideways in the rearview mirror, waiting for an answer. You nodded. There were tears in your eyes.

– Just don’t send me away, mommy.

If I hadn’t been standing at the traffic lights at that time, I probably would have crashed into the car in front. Your skinny shoulders were trembling, snot was flowing from your nose.

– I’ll be good! – you wailed. – The best!

– Willow, hare, you are already the best!

I felt trapped under the seat belt; those ten seconds it took to change the signal also seemed like a trap to me. As soon as the green light turned on, I turned into the first alley that came across. Turning off the engine, I climbed into the back seat to free you. The seat, like your crib, had to be improved: the back remained straight, but the fasteners were sheathed with foam rubber, because otherwise you could break something even from sudden braking. I carefully removed the straps and began to rock you in my arms.

I haven’t talked to you about the lawsuit yet. I assured myself that I was trying to preserve blissful ignorance for as long as possible. And I withheld it from Miss Watkins, allegedly for the same reason. But the longer I put off this conversation, the more likely it was that you would find out for yourself. For example, from a classmate. And this I could not allow.

Who did I want to protect – you or myself? Maybe this is the moment I will remember months later, remember as the beginning of our discord? “Yes, we were sitting under a maple tree on Appleton Lane when my daughter hated me.”

“Willow…” I began, but my throat was so dry I had to swallow. – If anyone behaved badly, it was only me. Remember when we went to the lawyer after our trip to Disneyland?

– To which one, to your uncle or aunt?

– To my aunt. She will help us.

You blinked in confusion.

– How will it help?

I did not immediately find an answer. How, one wonders, to explain the functioning of the judicial system to a five-year-old child?

– You know there are some rules in the world. Both at home and at school. What happens if you break the rules?

– They put you in a corner.

– Well, adults also obey the rules. For example, don’t hurt other people. Or take someone else’s. And if you break the rule, you are punished. If someone broke a rule and it didn’t make you feel bad, lawyers will help you. They do everything to ensure that the guilty are punished.

– Like that time Amelia stole my glitter nail polish and you made her buy one with her pocket money?

– Exactly.

Tears welled up in your eyes again.

– I broke the rules at school and now the lawyers are going to kick me out of the house! you sobbed.

“No one will kick anyone out,” I assured them. “Especially you. You didn’t break the rules. They were broken by someone else.

– Our dad? Is that why he doesn’t want you to see a lawyer?

I was dumbfounded.

– Did you hear us talking about this?

– No, not dad. And not Amelia. I took a deep breath. – Piper.

– Did Piper steal something from us?!

– This is a tricky moment… She didn’t steal our things . Well, like a TV or a bracelet… She just didn’t tell me one important thing. Very important. And I should have said.

You lowered your eyes.

– Something about me, huh?

“Yes,” I replied. But I would still love you. There is only one Willow O’Keeffe on this planet, and I was lucky to have her. “I kissed the top of your head because I didn’t dare to look you in the eyes. “It’s strange,” I continued, holding back my sobs, “but in order for this lawyer aunt to help us, I have to play a game. I will have to lie. I’m going to have to say things that would offend you if you didn’t know that I’m just pretending.

Now I’ve been watching your expression carefully to see if you understand me.

– Like on TV, where a man is shot, but he doesn’t actually die? – you specified.

– Right. “But if it’s blanks, why am I bleeding?” – You will listen to everything, perhaps you will read something and think: “My mother could not say such a thing!” And you will be right. Because when I’m in court, when I talk to this lawyer, I pretend to be a different person. Although I look exactly the same and my voice does not change. I can fool the whole world, but I don’t want to fool you.

– Shall we work out?

– What?

– So that I can learn to distinguish when you are lying and when you are telling the truth.

My breath caught.

– Good. Well done for tripping Cassidy!

You carefully looked into my eyes.

– You’re lying. I wish it was true, but you’re lying.

– Good girl. Miss Watkins would do well to pluck her eyebrows.

A smile played on your face.

– It’s hard to understand… But no, you’re still lying. She, of course, seems to have a caterpillar sitting on her forehead, but only Amelia can say this out loud, and you never.

I burst out laughing.

– Honestly, Willow…

– Really!

– But I haven’t said anything yet!

– And to say that you love me, it is not necessary to say: “I love you.” You shrugged indifferently. “It is enough to call me by my first name, and I already know myself.

– But how?

When I looked at you at that moment, I was amazed at how similar you are to me. The shape of your eyes The light of your smile

– Say “Cassidy,” you said.

– Cassidy.

– Say… “Ursula.”

“Ursula,” I repeated like a parrot.

– And now… – And you poked your chest with your finger.

– Willow.

– Can’t you hear? When you love someone, you pronounce their name differently. As if the name is comfortable in your mouth.

“Willow,” I repeated, feeling the soft cushion of consonants and the irregular vowel hesitation on my tongue. Are you right? Do all other words drown in this word? “Willow, Willow, Willow…” I sang like a lullaby. It was like it was a parachute on which you can fly through all the hardships and land softly.

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