Tomorrow we will go to court; hoping for an answer that has seemed forever in coming. Nearly 2 years ago we brought into our home a beautiful little baby boy. Just a few weeks old at the time we brought him into our home. We were told we should anticipate having him for about 30 days. It has been a rough 2 years to be honest. He has left our home twice for brief periods. Each time my heart has shattered. Each time I have wondered if it was the last time I would ever lay eyes on the beautiful baby boy I had grown to love as if he were my own. It has been a complicated story... Especially for us as Adults.... but I from his point of view I would imagine it went something like this.
I was born into this world in a whirlwind of events. This new world seems strange and painful to me. Finally one day a woman shows up. She holds me, sings to me, comforts me... she stays with me for hours... and hours turns into days but each night she leaves.... I start to cry all night. Then finally she stays with me all night comforts me and the next day takes me with her. She takes me to a place called home. There are others there they are just as comforting as this woman. They tend to my every need... I like it here! I soon learn these people have names. There is a girl here, referred to as a sister. The woman is called Mommy and the Man Daddy. My favorite place to be is on Daddy's chest napping or in the sling that Mommy used to carry me around. Sister sings to me and feeds me bottles.
I grow quickly, but I am struggling with some things. Mommy and Daddy and Sister help me. They take me to doctors, play special games with me. I even have special people that help me. I hear Mommy say it is early intervention. I continue to grow and learn and I love my family. One day when I'm almost a year old Mommy gets a phone call ... she cries. When she talks to Daddy he cries too. Then they talk to sister and she cries.
Soon Mommy and Daddy take me to meet some new people, they look like me but I don't know them. They visit me a little at first and soon I get to go play with them sometimes for a couple hours. After a few weeks I go to there house like I usually do.... but when it is time to go... we stay. That night when I am tired Mommy doesn't put me to bed. I stay here. The next day I see Mommy again and get to go home. But soon a woman comes to pick me up ... she woman they call Case Worker. She takes me to the people I have been visiting. I'm not sure what happened. Mommy was crying and I don't get to go home anymore.
Weeks go by, I spend time with lots of different people, It never seems to be the same, I have spent the night different places. There is a new woman that visits me now. They call her Mommy but she is not the same as my Mommy. She visits me a lot. One day they take me to stay with her at her house. Then a few days later a car with lights comes to where I am. Everyone is upset. A woman comes and takes me to a building with lots of other kids. I don't know anyone here.
I haven't been at the building long when I hear a voice calling my Name. She sounds like Mommy.... and.... she looks like mommy..... SHE IS MOMMY! I reach for her and put my face in her neck. She smells real. I look up and I realize that is Daddy next to her. I snuggle into her and then go to Daddy. They are here! After a few minutes of talking Mommy and Daddy take me home. My sister is there and I am so excited to see her! Things feel really good but something feels uncomfortable. I'm not sure how all this happened. It takes me a while to settle in, and I'm not sure when I have to leave again.
What seems like a while goes by and everything is back to normal.... But then one day Mommy is on the phone. She is Mad and then cries again. She calls Daddy.. He is Mad too. A few days later the Case worker comes again and takes me to someone else's house. I have seen her before. A lot of the people I used to visit are around. That night I don't get to go home again. Days go by and I don't see my Mommy or Daddy or Sister. Then one day the case worker comes and takes me again. When we get back to her office my Daddy and Sister are there and I can finally go home. That was 6 months ago. Everything's back to normal again. Two times a week I go and visit that Lady that calls herself Mommy. I get nervous... but Daddy waits for me and takes me home after we play for a while.
That is his story for now... But tomorrow we go to court. How do I prepare my family if things don't go the way we hope at court. What if tomorrow we see more tears. How will I explain to my daughter if it is decided he has to leave yet again? But my biggest fear.... What will he be thinking?
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