Healing Placement

 I thought it might take a lot longer, but last Thursday I got a call checking to see if we thought we were ready for another placement. There was an 11 year old girl who was coming into care after being with a grandparent for a while. She is the youngest sister becoming the oldest (besides Primero, but we see him so little) in our home. Things have been going pretty good, but it doesn't seem like she will be with us for very long but we shall see. Regardless, having her here has helped us settle our fears from what happened with the girls who were abducted from our home. 

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The Father Revealed

Prior to the floor dropping out from our world, the biggest bomb dropped into our lives was the revelation of Love Bug’s father. He has been asking me questions for a long time and I have always been honest with him. I was never told who his father was and none of the paperwork from CYS enlightened me, so I really had no clue. I had mentioned something to his grandmother many moons ago and she insisted his mom knew who the father was, but I am guessing no one else did. So, when Love Bug spent some time with his grandmother a few months ago, he asked her who his dad was and she said he needed to ask his mom. Later in the visit they called his mom on video chat and he asked her, but she didn’t tell him at that time. Instead grandma and mom both text me last week with pictures and a name. When I showed Love Bug he said, “I look like him” and then proceeded to ask me more questions. “Where does he live?” “What’s his last name?” “Does he play football?” His mom mentioned in the text message that his father has a wrestling picture of Love Bug and carries it around in his wallet, which I think it kind of weird. I don’t know why, after 7 years, this man is showing an interest, but if he is willing and Love Bug requests it, I wouldn’t stop them from meeting. At least Love Bug finally knows a little bit about his father.

 

Girls Gone Part 2

"911 what is your emergency?" 

"I woke up this morning and my front door was open and my two foster daughters are missing. I need help please!"

I could not believe the words coming out of my mouth. I held back a sob as I admitted the girls were missing. I kept hoping it would be a joke and they would pop up. I checked everywhere, even Primero's room. The girls were very clearly not in the house. After I repeated my plea to the city 911 I was told police were on their way to my place. I needed to call the foster agency on-call, but I accidentally called Poison Control. Quickly recognizing my mistake, I hung up and called the right number. I repeated my story again. After promising a call back from one of the case workers, I hung up again and started to get changed. 

"Mommy, I'm so glad I was in your bed and they didn't take me," Love Bug whispered, hugging my legs. I hugged him back and started making him some bacon for breakfast. I paced the floor while waiting for the police to show up. The case worker from CHOR called me back and asked me details about what happened. She said she would notify the county CYS. She also mentioned the girls mom had been trying to get the girls out of my home for some time. My heart sank. I had actually thought we had a good rapport and I was hoping we would work together to get the girls back home. But, obviously, this was not the case. I started to see Shy Girl's criticism as parroting her parents displeasure. 

Roughly 45 minutes after calling 911, three police officers showed up at my house. I let them inside and repeated the story one more time. "I woke up and saw the front door open. My son reported the girls weren't in bed and when I checked their beds were empty." They asked me what I thought had happened. My best guess was Shy Girl took Gerber Baby from her crib and walked out the front door. I had noted she did not take any shoes. She did not take the baby's blanket. She didn't even take her tablet, which I assumed she used to communicate with her parents. They instructed her to walk out and she did around 5:12 am. The police found a neighbor with a camera that faced our place and they saw a small figure leaving our house at that time. 

I took Love Bug to school and warned his teacher what had happened, in case he had a bad day or he got upset. I had spoken to Chica Marie and let her know what had happened. I hated not being able to see her that morning, but I felt better talking to her. I was glad she wasn't home when everything happened, but she feels guilty thinking if she had been here the girls wouldn't have left.

I had called Primero to see if he remembered the code to get into the tablet. He had used it before to make sure messenger was deleted from her tablet. He had slept over at his friend who is a girl but not a girlfriend because they don't use labels but she introduces him as her boyfriend to her family's house. Primero woke up and rushed home to give the police access to the tablet. Before handing it over to the police he saw emails from mom to someone in CYS. A Google search showed this someone was the regional director of CYS. The emails were sent that morning probably right before they took the girls. 

The police were around our house for several hours, finally leaving to write the report and ping the parents cell phones to find them. I had gotten a few calls from the supervisor from CHOR and I called my parents to tell them what had occurred. I also told work I would likely not make it in that day. With nothing else to do, Primero, his friend and I went to brunch. I was crawling out of my skin with anxiety. After brunch we went to Best Buy to get a camera and security system. While there the supervisor called to report the mom had called the boys. There were 4 children total in the family. We had the girls and another CHOR family had the boys. When the mom was talking to the boys they heard a baby cry and the boys asked what baby was crying, The mom hung up the phone. It seemed very likely the girls were with the parents. 

The missing children was reported in the news and few friends reached out, recognizing the girls and worried about what had happened. Chica Marie text me off and on through-out the day asking for updates. Finally, just after lunch it was reported the girls were found safe in Delaware and their parents were apprehended. The girls were not going to be returned to our house, they were going to a different foster home. The school called me, having been advised to what had happened. They let me know CYS had been into school the day before to talk to Shy Girl. I asked CHOR if an investigation was going to happen and they could not tell me.

Friday I was staying with my grandmother because my mom was having chemo and they worried about leaving her all day because she is having some memory issues. The camera on the front porch chimed and Primero answered the door. It was someone from CYS needing to ask questions about allegations. They wanted to speak to me but I would not be home until around 5 and she didn't want to come back at that time. So, this afternoon she came to see me. Apparently, it was reported the baby was left to cry for hours and no one was allowed to comfort her. There was no lock on the bathroom door and it made Shy Girl afraid to use the bathroom. And the baby's foot, which had already been reported with pictures. I had already answered the same questions from the county CYS case worker and gave the same answers. I was so angry to have salt poured into our wounds after having the sanctity of our home violated. The case worker assured me the allegations would be unfounded, but still where is the humanity in all of this? These people came to our home and coaxed the children out of the house while I was sleeping. Did they come into my home? I have no way of knowing. But, our sense of security is shattered. The children won't sleep in their bedroom. Chica Marie wouldn't go into her room for a few days. On Friday, I could not get Love Bug to go to school because he didn't want to leave me. I kept us busy this weekend, but it will take time for us to truly feel safe again.

Girls Gone

 I have a hard time going to sleep at night because it happened when I was asleep. When I close my eyes I see the empty beds, the front door eerily ajar. I hear my voice choking down the panic talking to 911. I see myself pacing the house, Love Bug following in my nervous wake. I feel the horror all over again when I try to shut my eyes. 

Let me back up to the beginning. On August 18th we had our first foster placement come to stay with us. On a stormy night 8 year old Shy Girl and her baby sister, Gerber Baby (7 months old) arrived to our house. We were adjusting to adding new kiddos into the home as well as the start of school. There were some bumps in the beginning. Shy Girl had a tablet with her and she was talking to her parents causing a wellness check before her first 24 hours with us. But, knowing it is hard for kids, especially when they are a little older, I chalked it up to just trying to get her connected to us and settled into a routine. In what can now be seen as a premonition the case worker who came for the wellness check (at midnight no less) said, "be careful, this one seems like a story teller." I removed the kids messenger from her tablet and we proceeded. Five days after moving in with us the girls had a visit with their parents. The case worker brought them home and Shy Girl was fairly distraught. As we were talking, the case worker took a call and had to leave. We went into the house to get the girls ready for bed. Shy Girl wanted to talk to her mom, which I thought might help her with her crying but it only seemed to make it worse. We hung up and shortly after I missed a call from the case worker. Her voicemail warned us to not go outside. I called her back and she informed me the girls parents were outside our house. After a lot of back and forth a supervisor from CHOR called me and said she thought it was just a misunderstanding. I felt uncomfortable but we went away on a brief vacation the next day and I put it out of my mind. 

Shy Girl was very critical of everything we did in our home, especially with the baby. It was never how her mom did it and she was sure to let us know. I figured she was just trying be sure we knew her loyalty aligned with her parents and not us. After a little while I stopped trying to please her because her negative Nancy attitude sucked a lot of the fun out of things. I capitalized on any small thing she seemed happy about and was devising a plan to help improve her attitude. It seemed every time I saw the county case worker I was answering to some issue or concern the parents alleged happened. There were a few minor accidents with the baby's foot. She got a scratch from the door latch and some brush burns from the stroller. Both things were reported to our CHOR case worker immediately. 

We were just getting into a routine with school and sports practice for Chica Marie and Love Bug. The baby was starting to adjust to our routine and mostly sleep through the night. I was even managing the crazy morning routine with four kids going to three places and the bussing issues driving me batty. Last Wednesday Chica Marie was asked to stay over at a friends house. I don't ordinarily allow mid-week sleep overs but this friends mom was going to be getting surgery soon, so I agreed. I dropped her off after cheerleading practice. Shy Girl was allowed to speak to her parents every evening. Sometimes she didn't want to talk, which always upset her parents. On this particular night I asked her if she wanted to talk while we waited for Chica Marie to practice. We were not allowed into the gym for practice, so we waited in the van. She refused stating she didn't want to talk in the van. Instead she took a nap and since the baby was also napping, I read a book. When she woke up from her nap, Shy Girl demanded to talk to her mom. I made the call and she hopped out of the van to chat. I stayed with the baby, so I did not hear the conversation. It was a short call because Chica Marie ended practice. We picked Love Bug up from his football practice, took Chica Marie to her friends house and went home to get the kids to bed.

The next morning my alarm went off at 6 as usual. I was happy the baby didn't wake me up at 5 like she had been doing. I started my morning routine. When I went out into the living room I saw the front door was open. I was mad because I thought Primero forgot to lock the door (something he has done before) and the wind pushed it open. I closed and locked the door and went to the bathroom. Love Bug woke up while I was in the bathroom. I spread my yoga mat when Love Bug came back and asked, "Where is Shy Girl?" "In bed," I responded. "Don't wake her up." I was worried about how our morning was going to be since Chica Marie helped me a lot and she wasn't there. "No, she's not in her bed." Love Bug insisted. I jumped up and walked back to the room. I turned on the light and saw the empty bed and crib. My mind refused to believe what my eyes were telling me. I felt my stomach flip as the realization hit me. The girls were gone. I ran for my phone and called 911. The nightmare had just begun....

*** I promise to finish the story soon, but just know it does not get much better from here.....

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Exploring Options

 I don't really know what flipped the on switch, but since the temporary placement we had I have gotten several more calls. Nothing has turned into an actual placement, but it has been exciting. One of the placements was sent somewhere with more room. That, combined with the increased housing prices lifting my mortgage out of water, has provoked me to tepidly see if moving into a larger place would be possible. I contacted someone I know in real estate, so we will see how it goes. Part of me doesn't really want to move and leave the space I have called home for the past 15 years. But, part of me feels it is time to seek something new. It's all exciting until we get down to brass tacks. I would love more space to continue fostering, but we will see what is possible. For the time being, we will see what placement actually shows up here with us. 

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It's like Riding a Bike

 Today we said good-bye to a teenage girl who was with us for respite. She came in Memorial Day and stayed 10 days until she was moved to a girls home. I've seen a lot of messed up things the system does and this case as no different. She was in a different respite home before coming to us due to making some poor choices (like so many teenagers do!) at her current foster home. Her previous foster home was supposed to become her Permanent Legal Custodians (PLC) but that is up-in-the-air now. She has been in they system for a long time and has a lot of emotional scars from it. The saddest thing was her foster mom had been her caseworker - so someone you would think could handle the issues and behaviors of a kid in foster care. Even Primero was saddened by her leaving. I think he was remembering himself and thinking how much harder things might have been for him if he ended up in a boys home. It was actually touching to see him express his concern for her. Unfortunately, we were too late to the scene to really be of much help. I sincerely hope things turn out better for her and she finds her way out of the system soon.

I Can Do Anything

 I feel like surviving what we have been through as a family in the last year, I can survive anything. We really struggled when first starting quarantine. It was such a shock to our system being secluded to home after living such busy lives. But, it wasn't only the fact of suddenly finding ourselves stuck at home that caused the difficulties. It was the unknown. When I was first sent home from work and the kids were first sent home from school, it was for two weeks. The two weeks stretched into 4 then 6 and then indefinitely. The kids still haven't returned to school. They are scheduled to being a two day hybrid in person schooling on 4/19. I returned to work in the office two days per week in July of last year. We just got an email reminding us we are only slated to remain working remotely until the end of June. I'm not sure what the plan is after that, but it was explained we are not necessarily going back to full-time in the office starting in July. More instructions are to come. 

We have adapted in our own ways over the past year. It took me a long time to get go of the time line I had in my head for when this would all end. I don't remember when exactly I did let it go, probably sometime in April last year. Even then, I don't think I would have guessed I'd be still be working from home a year later. Now, it has been so long, it is hard for me to envision being in the office five days a week. Going back will feel like as much of a shock as being sent home was last year. I know I will re-adapt. I feel exhausted from all the adapting I've done since March 2020. But, if I could live through 2020, I can live through anything. 

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