Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Training is needed

Most children that come in to Care require extra help. Most children that come in to Care have some sort of a special need. I've personally dealt with physical therapy, occupational therapy, speech therapy (for several of my cherubs), counseling (talk or play therapy) and in Daisy's case, vision therapy. Other children need special education accommodations. This is because children from the hurt places have rarely had a healthy childhood with all the emotional and educational experiences necessary for healthy development.

I have decided that a huge training deficiency is a lack of understanding, amongst the decision makers, about how all these special needs can be met.

When Daisy left, I typed up three very detailed documents for CPS to use. I even cc'd a copy of each one to Kori. The first was a list that included every single specialist, doctor, and therapist that Daisy was seeing. I had names, addresses, phone numbers and emails for everyone. The second document was a general medical history. I knew Kori wouldn't know off the top of her head when different procedures had happened so I listed everything out with dates. She needs to be able to tell future doctors when Daisy had her last EEG, for example. The third document was a detailed list of all of Daisy's future medical needs. I spelled out all her upcoming medical appointments and several things that CPS needed to follow up on. One paragraph of that paper said this:
Daisy needs to be receiving vision impairment services through the public school system. As of now, Daisy has had the initial appointment and the full vision test. She does qualify for both VI services and Mobility/Orientation services. The next step in this process is for (my school district) to schedule the ARD meeting. The paperwork is going to have to be transferred to (the school district Kori resides in). ECI (Early Childhood Intervention) can help with this but someone is going to have to make sure the ball gets rolling. Daisy desperately needs the vision therapy. The longer she goes without, the more her vision can be stunted.
I just got a message from Martin, Daisy's (old) CPS worker. He said that the new supervisor in Daisy's case needed clarification on that above statement as Daisy is not of school age yet.

I'm sorry - but CPS staff members should have a basic idea of how special education works! I can promise you that Daisy is not the only child under 3 that is in the public school special education system. I have run in to it time and time again. The decision makers in these cases have no idea how to go about getting services for the kids. And since many, many foster parents aren't trained on this either, I'm betting way too many foster kids just simply don't receive services. (I received NO training on special services prior - or after - becoming a foster parent. Everything I know I've learned through direct personal experience.)

That just kills me!

Because really - what needs to be explained in that paragraph up there? I said exactly where Daisy is at in the process and what needs to happen next. They can either call ECI or the appropriate school district. But no...they needed to contact me to have me explain that children under school age, even infants, can be a part of the special education process. What did they think I meant? Did they think I just made all that up?!

My biggest fear is that all of Daisy's early interventions will just stop. I know that I had to learn the hard way about absolutely everything! My agency is unaware of the processes to receive therapies. And now it's perfectly clear that CPS is as well. And since I feel that Kori truly doesn't believe her daughter needs all these therapies, Kori won't do the hard work of staying on top of things to make sure they happen. What motivation is she going to have to keep calling people if she doesn't think Daisy needs them anyway?!

Sometimes it's really hard to let go. I've got no control over any of this now. In fact, Martin just told me that the State is NOT the medical consentor in this case. They said they'd do that in court, but the paperwork says otherwise. Kori is free to decide, or not decide, anything at this point in time. I was very disappointed to hear that. No one is going to accompany Kori to any of the medical appointments.

I fear for Daisy's future.

Sunday, October 12, 2014

I just saw Daisy

Earlier this week Kori invited me to meet with her and Daisy at a local fall festival. It was a very neutral setting and one that made sense without being too awkward, so I said yes.

If I'm being totally honest, I'd tell you I really didn't want to go.

I knew if I wanted to maintain connection at all though, I needed to agree to this and meet with them. Otherwise I might not get another chance.

I want to give y'all a play-by-play. I want to point out all the ways that Daisy is being cared for differently from when she lived with me. But that's not fair. So I'll say this, it is evident that Daisy is very loved and that Daisy's current needs are all being met.

Daisy is attached to her mother in a healthy way. There was live music at the event and it was obvious that Daisy was overstimulated (and possibly confused/scared/upset) by the unknown of where she was. The music was very, very loud and Daisy couldn't tell where she was or who the people around her were. When I went to pick her up, she became instantly upset and wanted to go back to Kori immediately.

This hurt my heart.

But in reality, it's an incredibly good thing. Daisy wants to receive comfort from her mom. That is healthy attachment. And that is very, very good! I'm pretty sure Daisy didn't know it was me and just wanted to go back to the familiar.

TT and Bart came with me. I bought them some "tickets" and they ran around the festival winning a whole pile of crappy junk toys. They tried getting Daisy's attention multiple times and Bart tried holding her too. Daisy just wanted to stay in her stroller though and basically interact only with her mom. It hurt TT and Bart's feelings, but they handled it amazingly well. We processed things when we left. They too recognized how good it was to see Daisy happy with her mom. As much as we wanted Daisy to come to us, knowing she's comfortable with her mom is reassuring in the long run. It's better than thinking that Daisy has been caught up in anguish over losing us in her life.

We stayed an hour. Kori and I only had so much small talk that we could make. And since Daisy didn't want to have anything to do with me, I could only stomach sitting there doing nothing for so long. As I got ready to leave Kori asked if I wanted a picture of me with Daisy. I said yes. This picture is probably too revealing, but I'm not going to sweat it. I got to see Miss Daisy again. Miss Daisy is doing well. And for that, I am grateful.

Monday, October 6, 2014

But what about MY kids?

While I was outside the courtroom prior to Daisy's hearing last week I heard something from the original social worker that made my skin crawl. She was talking about the family that cared for Daisy for the first six weeks she was in Care prior to coming to us.

I don't want to bash on these people. I think they were doing the best they could with what they thought foster care was. Obviously though, their training failed them miserably!

The caseworker said that while trying to hash out when visits were going to take place between Daisy and her mom, the original foster family was obviously opposed to participating in visits in any way shape or form. They were placing very tight restraints on their schedule and limiting when they would be willing to transport to visits. Then one of the foster parents said something along the lines of this, "Who will be there to get Daisy out of the car?"

The social worker had no idea what she meant and pressed for more information.

"Who will be there to get Daisy out of the car at the CPS office? I mean, I'm going to have to have my biological kids with me and I can't expose them to that."

I almost threw up a little.

No, fostering hasn't been easy for me. And no, it most certainly hasn't been easy for my kids either. But I don't regret any of it.

A blog I stumbled across today sums it up just about perfectly. I encourage you to read these words. I'm thankful for all that my children learned by opening up our home to foster care.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Community Property

There is one aspect of foster care that tends to make me angry. Not just frustrated...but downright angry. And that is when casual people you meet treat foster kids like they are community property. There are lots of little ways people devalue foster kids. But the biggest one, the one that makes me angry, is when ANYONE says anything along the lines of, "Oh my, they're so cute. I just want to take them home with me."

Numerous strangers said things along those lines to me about Dude & Dolly. And yes, I even had people say it to me about Daisy. Now...once the foster kid is an almost grown man-child, people don't pipe up with wanting to get involved like that. But cute little foster kids - people think it's OK to offer up their home.

This is wrong.

Any child in foster care is living in a limbo from Hell! They know they don't have permanency even if they can't speak. Tiny infants (like my TT when I brought him home) know that they aren't with that woman they were inside for 9 months. The voices don't sound the same. The sounds of the home aren't the same. The smells aren't the same. The rhythm of the way the new mom walks isn't the same. They know!

And big kids know too.  Kids that hear "someone else wants them" worry that maybe they will have to move again. No kid needs to have that concern in their life. And don't get me started on what a phrase like "I wish they could come home with me" does to an attachment challenged child!

It's a hurtful phrase to the foster parents too. They are the ones that sacrificed their "normal" life to voluntarily let all sorts of decision makers in. They are constantly reminded that they, as parents, are less than. Quite often foster parents are barely treated better than babysitters by the decision makers in the case. We don't have much of a say in court and we are limited by a million rules to making real decisions in a child's life. The last thing we foster parents need to hear is that someone else would gladly take that child for us. Because the person volunteering their home has no clue what it takes to be a foster parent and in one fell swoop they just devalued all the extra sacrifice. Fostering is NOT so simple as to just take a kid in to your home.

The other place I notice foster kids almost instantly becoming community property is at the doctor's office. It's even worse at the hospital.

I'm not exactly sure how to spell out the exact ways I've seen it and felt it. Because sometimes it is just a feeling. It's like the doctors and nurses take a level of control over the child and honestly think that you, the foster parent, don't care because "they're just a foster child". I had nurses be so surprised that I stayed by both Pumpkin's and Daisy's said the entire time they were hospitalized. Granted, my agency requires it. But still - I could have had social workers from my agency fill in. I chose not to. I stayed by their side because it was important to me AND because it was important to them. My kids needed ME.

I also noticed that community property issue when the doctors offered up so little information about health of my child. It was almost like they had an attitude of, "We've got this under control. You're just the foster parent anyway. We don't have to tell you anything." I never did get to see a copy of Daisy's MRI despite asking the neurosurgeon and the neurologist.

I have a friend that is deep in the trenches right now with a very sick foster baby. Her little girl was born addicted to drugs in a bad way and also has a serious heart condition. She is one sick baby and the prognosis over her future is grim. It is unlikely that this baby will ever have a "normal" life. She is going to fight severe special needs forever.

My friend has two forever kids and one other foster child. The hospital she has to be at if she wants to be with her baby isn't right next door to her house. The hospital stay has been exhausting to her on so many levels. She is stretched thinner than thin.

But still, she got added to a mailing list (I assume from her church) asking her to sign up to make meals and provide childcare for someone's biological child that is ill. Almost NO ONE has stepped up to help her. In fact, when she worried about how she had to leave the hospital because no one was available to watch her other kids while dad was at work, she had someone tell her that it doesn't matter...the baby doesn't know the difference.

No one would tell a biological parent that their child doesn't need them when they are sick and hospitalized. No one.

Don't tell that to a foster parent either. If anything, our foster kids need us even more because absolutely everything in their lives is such a mess.

The other concern with this super sick foster baby is how the medical professionals are treating the baby. She was admitted because she had a cold. Since coming back to the hospital, she has been subjected to so many unnecessary tests and treatments. She is back on methadone despite having been completely weaned off of it for awhile. And the foster parents that are fighting so hard for this baby have had no say in any of her treatment. (Both parents have medical backgrounds too so they do know what they're fighting for.) To the foster mom in question, it has felt like the hospital took over fully and isn't involving the foster parents because that baby is community property.

Another friend drove over three hours across the state to the hospital to pick up her newborn foster daughter (a kinship placement even). The doctors in this case decided to keep the baby admitted a bit longer. CPS was there but the hospital social worker decided to trump everyone and not even let the new foster mom visit her brand new baby. Wouldn't even let the foster mom SEE the baby! And this foster mom is on track to adopt this baby (she has her older brother already).

Could you imagine being told by a hospital that you can't even see your baby? Especially since CPS, the legal guardian in the case, was there saying you most certainly could?! Still...the hospital won and my friend had to turn around and drive home.

Stories like this break my heart.

Those two babies I talked about above are currently in the hospital as I'm writing this. I am asking for prayers for these two sweet babies and their foster families that are fighting so hard to be treated properly. Health, healing and a quick transition home to where they are safe and loved is needed for these babies. Thank you for your prayers.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Comfort from a stranger

During the week between the pretrial (Sept. 24) and the final hearing (Oct. 2), I worked through a lot of big feelings. I knew that we were going to be doing a lot of those "lasts" and I was sad. I had really enjoyed having a baby in the house. (Due to life, it's unlikely I'll have a baby around again until I'm a grandma. And that had better not happen for a long time!)
One of the things I did was wear Daisy a lot. She always seemed to calm down in the carrier. I know she liked the physical contact and movement. (I couldn't wear her and sit at the computer to work. I had to be moving.)

Often times, after supper, I would strap her on and clean up the kitchen. I love to listen to oldies so I'd play Elvis really loud and dance while I cleaned. She LOVED this. In fact, as soon as "All Shook Up" would come on, she'd start bouncing and shaking her leg like she was dancing. It was almost like she was telling me, "Come on mamma...it's time to dance!"

The day after the pretrial, I had Herman take a video of us dancing together. I knew it was another one of those "lasts" that I was going to miss. I posted the video in one of the Facebook support groups I'm in online. I briefly told the story of Daisy and shared my grief over knowing our time together was short.

One of the women in that group just happens to have a husband that works for CPS. She's also an adoptive mamma. She said my story really touched her heart. Up until this night, we weren't personally "friends" - we were just in the group together. She "friended" me and sent me a private message that night. She showed me a picture of a necklace and asked if she could send it to me.
I was so touched. I gave her my address.

It's hard to find people in real life that understand this fostering journey. I've got a few friends where I live that get it. But my strongest supporters are moms that I've met online that are walking a similar journey.

The next week seemed to fly by. I didn't know if the necklace had really been mailed or when it might come.

Then October 2nd came. I think it was the only court date I've ever had where I didn't spend hours the week before stressing about what I was going to wear. I decided on a simple outfit of capris and a lightweight sweater. I decided to wear an ankle bracelet that I had made myself many years ago. I figured I could look at it during court and think fondly of what it was like when I had free time to explore hobbies like jewelry making - and think about what new hobbies I might take up after Daisy leaves. I put a pretty bracelet around my wrist that was made of different beads that my grandmother had in her costume jewelry collection. When she passed away my aunt had all her costume jewelry taken apart and put back together into custom bracelets for all the girls in the family. My grandma was a foster mom many, many, many years ago and I was reminded of her love of children from the hurt places.

I dressed Daisy in a simple outfit and we got ready to go.

Then Miss Daisy left a present in her diaper that rivaled all the gifts the child had ever given me. I had to stop everything and change her clothes from top to bottom (including the shoes - ugh).

OK. Deep breath. Now I was ready to walk out the door to go to court.

The mail had come during all that fiasco and I looked in the box before I got in my car. There, right on top, was an envelope from my new Facebook friend.

I ran inside, opened the envelope and wrapped that symbol of support around my neck.

And off to court we went.
My new friend does sell these necklaces. I've already had people on Facebook ask me if I could post a link to where I got it. Even though I rarely promote things here, I'm thrilled to be able to link to her little store. Go check out Sunflower Farms and Shop and show Lindsay some love.

Thursday, October 2, 2014

The trial that didn't happen

Let me start out by saying - I am OK. This is NOTHING like when we lost Dude and Dolly. I cannot even begin to compare the two experiences. I cried a lot yesterday. But today...today I have been OK. I don't think the grief is going to overwhelm me at all. Yes, I'm sad. But I have known all along that this was the most likely outcome. If anything, making the comparisons in my mind between this experience and losing Dude and Dolly last year at this time is what's probably been the hardest for me. Not only am I OK, but my husband and children are all OK too. Thank you for lifting our family in prayer. It really makes this so much easier to bear. Just knowing that I've got hundreds of people praying for my family all over the world brings a comfort like no other.

Yesterday was difficult. Big feelings were all over the house. TT's anxiety was off the charts and Bart's ADHD had him literally bouncing off the walls. That's never a good mix. When I get dysregulated I need less sensory input. Put me somewhere quiet and preferably alone. Let me connect in person or online with my community. But don't touch me. Don't make too much noise. And just let me be.

When my youngest cherubs are dysregulated they sensory seek. They get physical. They fight with each other. They bounce all over the house. They make so much noise. (Oh do they make noise. Repetitive sounds. Nonsense sounds. So many annoying sounds.)

And then the baby was fussy. She wanted to be held. When I wasn't giving her 100% of my attention she was crying.

Yesterday was rough.

But today was so much easier. Maybe it's because so many prayer warriors were praying for us today. Maybe it's because I actually got enough sleep the past few nights. (Miss Daisy still sleeps like crap but we managed to finally figure out a system to help her sleep better. It involves a little rule breaking but it has been worth it to get better sleep.) Maybe it's because we grieved so hard yesterday.

I got to the courthouse a little after 1:00pm. I knew I didn't need to be early because we were the first case on the docket and the doors would be locked to the air conditioned waiting room until our case was called. It was HOT outside (high of 93° today). All the players in the case were there. In fact, I saw Ricardo, the CPS supervisor, in the hallway on the way in. I cornered him immediately and asked him, "So, what's the plan for today? Are you guys conceding or is there going to be a trial?"

His response didn't surprise me at all.
We are going to agree to a 180 day monitored placement. I've seen cases go either way. If we go to trial today and lose, we could be kicked out of the case entirely. If we at least agree to a monitored placement, without actually going to trial, CPS will be involved for six more months.
Ricardo went on to tell me that he addressed the concerns of Kori going to the criminal trial with Daisy. I didn't blog (on here) about this fiasco that happened last week. The short version of that story is that Kori admitted to me that she cancelled one of Daisy's speech therapy sessions so she could go to the criminal trial. I brought this detail to the attention of CPS immediately. Today Ricardo said that Kori's lawyer was going to provide documentation from the courts stating that it had been requested that Kori be there. It was concerning but not concerning enough to force CPS to actually go to trial today. CPS didn't have proof today that Kori had brought Daisy to the trial so they really couldn't do anything with that information.

I asked Ricardo if he was going to move Daisy right away. He looked sympathetically toward me and said no, he'd wait a a few days. I honestly did NOT want to drag this out. Long goodbyes are as crappy as short ones. I told him that moving her today was fine - her things were all packed.

Once over by the courtroom I saw everyone else. Mr. CW was there along with the investigative worker, the CPS worker that had the case first (before Mr. CW was on), Martin (the current CPS worker) and several other people. Everyone was there in case they decided to actually go to trial. All the CPS people congregated together around the State's attorney to discuss the case. Kori looked very uncomfortable when she walked past them all and sat down next to me.

Did I mention it was crazy hot outside? It was sweltering.

Mr. CW came over to thank me for nominating him for CPS worker of the year. The Texas Foster Family Association has an annual meeting where they honor foster parents, workers and agencies. I nominated Mr. CW several months ago and he won! I was very happy for him!! He went up to Dallas last weekend to accept the award and also got to spend some time with family at the Texas State Fair. We chatted about fair food and fun until the bailiff came and unlocked the doors and called our case.

Once in the room everyone assembled. Everyone except the lawyer that was supposed to be representing Miss Daisy. The judge decided to wait a bit for her and called the next case to go ahead of us. I didn't move. I stayed in the gallery and watched the fate of another family unfold before my eyes. Foster care hurts my heart sometimes. A sibling group of four is going to be in foster care for a long, long time while their mother goes to prison.

Ms. Colorado (the lawyer substituting for Daisy's usual lawyer) arrived late. Our case was called immediately after the first one ended.

They didn't beat around the bush. Roll call was taken and the judge asked CPS what they wanted to do. CPS responded by saying they were in agreement with a 180 day monitored placement as long as a couple provisions were put into place.

There was a little back and forth between everyone but nothing heated. The judge took time to make sure that Kori understood the rules. I'm still confused that NOTHING has been said about Bio Dad at any of the court hearings. I heard them specifically say that they are going to terminate Bio Dad's rights when all the players were talking prior to court. I heard that word for word. I don't know what they're waiting for on that end because they have never said anything to the judge about TPR on Dad. I, personally, would like to see his rights terminated. It will make it that much harder for Kori to have a relationship with the man when all this is done and over with.

In fact, I called the District Attorney this week to make sure that he has my contact information. I have no problem testifying against Bio Dad. I hope they call me. A tiny part of me is afraid that they won't now because I no longer have Daisy in my custody. An even bigger part of me is afraid that Bio Dad's attorney will call Kori who will completely down play the permanent damage that Daisy has suffered.

Anyway...back to court.

It is a 180 day monitored placement. That means that CPS still has temporary managing conservatorship. Kori is restricted to travel within a two county range. She has to allow CPS access into her home any time they show up - no matter what. I believe a worker will be making a weekly visit to her home and, like before, surprise inspections can still happen.

Then the State did something a little above and beyond what they usually do. They explained that one of the provisions to Kori getting custody is that she, under no circumstances, can cancel ANY medical appointment, therapy or early intervention of any kind. CPS explained this. Kori's lawyer agreed to it. And the judge realized that something needed to be done to ensure that the correct level of monitoring was in place for this. The judge made the State the medical consentor. Kori does not get to make any medical decisions for Daisy for the next six months (other than her already approved decision to not vaccinate). Someone from CPS is going to have to go to every doctor appointment. And if Kori cancels anything, the monitored placement could be in jeopardy.

Another provision is that Bio Dad cannot be within 200 yards of Daisy. The judge made it very clear that this is a big deal. No funny business allowed. He granted visitation to the paternal grandparents even though CPS was firmly against this. But he said if the grandparents allowed any contact with Bio Dad, the placement will be in jeopardy.

And last, Kori is required to put Daisy in day care. I personally hate this rule. Day care isn't going to be good for Daisy at all. I know that Kori at one time was looking to hire an in-home nanny. Individual attention for Daisy would be better for her. But the State has required day care and I believe they will pay for it as well.

We all filed out of the courtroom. I chatted with Mr. CW a bit. He asked how I felt about the ruling. I was honest. I think it sucks. But, I'm not a green foster parent. I've looked up the laws and I've read them. The State didn't have grounds to keep Daisy in foster care any longer. And even though I wanted them to try and fight harder for Daisy, I understand why the route of monitored placement was taken. I asked if there was anything special I could do to make sure that we get the call should the placement with Mom fall through. Mr. CW said that intake will see that we had her before. But there are absolutely NO guarantees - and nothing I can do about it - to make sure we would get the call. In fact, he said that sometimes they purposefully don't place back with the first foster family. I can't wrap my brain around that and it makes me very mad. But I'm not going to allow myself to dwell on that detail. We are keeping our license open for awhile just in case. However, if my husband gets an employment opportunity that requires us to move, foster care is not going to make us turn that down. We will close our home immediately and move.

Ricardo came out at about the same time Kori did. I asked when the move was going to happen. Kori said they had asked her if she brought a car seat. I guess they wanted to move her right then and there. I looked at Ricardo and asked if we could have two hours. Herman didn't really see Daisy this morning before school and I wanted every family member to get to say goodbye. I also wanted CPS to pick Daisy up in my home so that I would know beyond a shadow of a doubt that Daisy's things were going with her immediately. (If Daisy had left from court it's likely that CPS wouldn't get her things to her for weeks.) Ricardo looked at Kori and asked her if we could have two hours. A little bit reluctantly she agreed.

We walked to the parking lot together and said a quick goodbye.

I made all the phone calls to all the important people. I told my family. I called Daisy's therapy providers. I let my licensing agency know.

And then I sat down in the living room and played with Daisy.

Let me reiterate - it was NOTHING like the couple of hours I had with Dude and Dolly before they were ripped from my home. Those few hours were a torturous Hell. They didn't want to leave. I didn't want them to leave. My entire family was in shock.

No, this afternoon was pleasant. I played with Daisy. I fed her a snack. I snapped some pictures. And everyone got to say goodbye. I told CPS they could come at 4:30pm. Herman gets out of school at 4:00 and I had told him to come straight home. Miss Daisy simply adores Herman and she went straight to him as soon as he walked in the door.
CPS showed up right on time. In true CPS fashion this assistant brought a car seat rated for an infant up to 20 pounds. I told the worker at my door that under no circumstances was I going to allow her to use that car seat with Daisy. Rather than wait for her to go back to the office and locate an appropriate one, I unbuckled mine and put it in her car for her. I brought all of Daisy's things out and loaded her car up full. I then buckled Miss Daisy into the seat and kissed her goodbye.

I sent Kori a text message of that picture above and one more of all four of the kids together. I thanked her for the goodbye.

She messaged me back and said, "I live in town - not on Mars." She also included her email address.

I believe that I will get to stay in Daisy's life for a little while.

And that was that.

I haven't even cried today. (I cried enough yesterday thankyouverymuch.)

I'm going to be OK. My husband is going to be OK. My kids are going to be OK.

We are going to rearrange the house. The guest room will go back downstairs. The crib will go in the corner of my (huge) bedroom. I'm going to put away all the baby stuff. I might even have a garage sale and sell some of it. What I really want to do is find some young mom who's on the cusp of having CPS in her life in a bad way and help her out. But I'm not actually making any decisions right now on all the baby stuff. If we move due to my hubby's job, it's unlikely that we'll move it all with us. (Which makes me very sad. I've got some awesome baby stuff.) For now though, I'm literally just praying to God to tell me what to do with everything. I haven't gotten an answer yet.

What happened today had to happen. I'm grateful that the judge did what he could to make sure that all of Daisy's medical appointments, therapies and early interventions HAVE to be maintained. That, my friends, is answered prayer. I won't get to post as many updates but there's a good chance Kori will message me pretty regularly. And for that, I am grateful.

For now, our fostering season is over.

But just wait. Now I've got time to go to all the B.A.C.A. trainings. It won't be long and I'll be riding with my husband all over the state to help abused kids stand up to their abusers in court and not be afraid.


A quick update

I know some people only follow the blog - not Facebook. So, here's the short version of what happened today.

Miss Daisy will be being picked up by CPS at approximately 4:30pm to go back to her mother's house. CPS agreed to a 180 day monitored placement.

I'll blog the long version later.