37 weeks

Week 37's imagery

Baby: Your baby is about 21 inches from head to toe and weighs almost 6.5 pounds. Baby is getting rounder every day [she's always been a chub], and skin is getting pinker and losing its wrinkly appearance. Baby’s head is usually positioned down into the pelvis by now [UH YEAH].

Mom-to-be: Your uterus may stay the same size as it was for the last week or two. Your weight gain should be about as high as it will go, about 25 to 35 pounds [try <10lbs]. About this time, your doctor might perform a pelvic exam to help judge the progress of your pregnancy [I'm sure everyone probably feels this way at this point in a pregnancy...but no exam necessary.  It feels as though she's about to walk herself out at her convenience].

Tip of the Week: Just in case you deliver early, consider packing two bags for the hospital. Pack one bag for you, with warm socks, a robe, lip balm and everything you’ll want during labor. Pack the other bag with the newborn items you’ll want after your baby is born.

 

22 days until Tatum arrives.  <3

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Girly Tatum

Adam's snazzy new threads for Tatum

I am so glad I stumbled upon this outfit while I was organizing Tatum’s clothes!  Adam selected it for his sister the last time we went to Pismo Beach.  We visited the Carter’s outlet and this was his choice.  I told him that the sparkly silver letters said ‘little sister’ so of course he got excited and wanted that.  He’s gravitates towards bright hues so the multicolored polka dots on the leggings appealed to him as well.

It’s funny to me because he frequently compliments me on my style….which is decidedly casual.  I don’t dress up unless a special occasion warrants it and I’ve been slobbing around in my pajamas recently as a result of the discomfort associated with my pregnancy.  Typically the labels associated with my outfits are ‘tomboy’ and ‘punky’– in other words, I’m not girly or even particularly feminine.  Yet whenever I ask him the clothes he wants to buy for Tatum he goes all out:  poofy dresses, frills, sparkly tights, hair bows, lots of pink, glittery shoes, etc.  My daughter will never wear a bow in her hair.  Ever.  No offense to every female I know with a daughter– because you all do this– but that’s just not for me.  If funds permitted all three of us would wear– at least until my kids are old enough to chose their own looks– either Chucks or some type of skater shoes on our footsies; comfortable jeans or nifty pants/shorts below our waists; SRH, Metal Mulisha, or funky thrift store finds for our shirts, men’s hoodies [bonus points if they're black], and lots of colorful plastic bracelets.  That last one being optional for Adam, of course.  =)

 

23 days until Tatum arrives.  <3

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

A bad ‘partnership’

DISCLAIMER:  This post is not one to mince words.  Read at your own risk.

The infamous brochure

On November 22nd my attorney and I made the first of our many court appearances:  to contest a Juvenile Dependency Petition.  Prior to this horrific afternoon my only exposure to the number ’300′ was a gladiator movie released several years ago.  Mr. Attorney warned me it would not be pleasant– we’d each receive a packet detailing my offenses several minutes before setting foot into the courtroom– and I honestly cannot express the anguish in words.  Said packet more closely resembled an encyclopedia than a collection of documents and it was the most biased, factually inaccurate, and damning material I’ve ever seen in my life.  It was as if [forgive this terrible analogy] I received notification that my parents, Maris, and Danielle were on a plane….that crashed with zero survivors.  The floor dropped out from beneath me.  I’ll be physically sick if I discuss it anymore.

The ‘Parent Partner’

My only reasoning for mentioning the absolute worst day of my life is to share with you a rather interesting exchange.  Despite our arrival over half an hour early– and the fact that we were sitting in a very visible spot– nobody [with the exception of the clerk who handed us our respective packets] ever approached us.  Yet the moment Mr. Attorney steps into the restroom, a woman materializes from thin air and takes a seat next to me.  She introduced herself, gave me her card and brochure, and sympathetically told me that she’s been in my position and knew what I was going through.  Immediately the warning signs started flashing in my head as her information clearly stated that she was a ‘Parent Partner’ WITH Child Welfare Services.  What a relief!  So you’re not the Gestapo but you still take orders from the SS, fair enough.  I politely engaged her in conversation knowing that Mr. Attorney would be very interested in our discussion upon his return.  He immediately asked who she was and received the card and pamphlet as well.  While I didn’t openly deny her services it was apparent I wouldn’t be putting her on speed dial.  She disappeared.  We took note of the organization after the ‘with’ on her brochure and he reminded me that this person was not my friend and I was to never contact her.

Our 300 petition in San Luis Obispo was conveniently scheduled at the same exact time as the hearing for my temporary restraining order in Paso Robles– even though CPS had known for days we were on the docket for the TRO [there was proof of service from both Will and CPS]– so we immediately returned to my neck of the woods after scheduling a hearing in juvenile court.  Imagine my surprise when I see my potential ‘partner’ waltz in….with Will.   Did I miss something?  Not only did she actually accompany him to court but she tried to speak on his behalf as if she was his attorney.

Why did we ever leave Memphis?

Can we say conflict of interest?

Please enlighten me as to how this works.  She’d obviously made previous arrangements to be Will’s ‘partner’ so how exactly was she hoping to escape the ethical conundrum associated with being a ‘partner’ to us both?  We’re not a happily married couple acting as a united front to get our child back…he has no problem whatsoever telling blatant lies and to this day he’ll bash me to anyone who will listen.  It is a huge conflict of interest to think that she could represent us both.  What if I’d actually said yes?!  This entire system is so disgusting.  Perhaps that’s why I’m a pariah and Will’s a saint [he's not glorified but they certainly don't mention anything negative about him], because of this spectacular ‘partnership.’  I’m not drinking their Kool Aid.  Let’s take a look at what I would have gained had I agree to these services.

“About Parent Partners – We understand that this is an extremely difficult and overwhelming time in your life.  We are here to help you:

  • Understanding the process of what is going on  [I'll give them credit on that one-- if I didn't have an attorney I wouldn't have the slightest clue as to what's happening so that's definitely a positive aspect of their group]
  • Help you move forward with the next step  [Is this before or after you report back to the social worker?]
  • Offer resources for services in your community [Again, credit for this one.  Though I would be highly skeptical of any 'services' as it forever ties you to the system]
  • Stand beside you as a mentor and peer  [I'd prefer my mentors to have integrity and professionalism versus being sneaky and operating with the knowledge of an obvious conflict of interest.]
  • Attend meetings with you for support  [Excuse me?!  You can attend a meeting with me but my attorney can't?!?!]
  • Help with transportation to and from meetings or appointments  [To set the stage for more hearsay dialogue?]
  • Connect you to other support groups  [I sincerely doubt there is a support group that could adequately address my issues with this process.  Maybe the Supreme Court?]

I will NEVER stop speaking about my ordeal until somebody investigates it thoroughly and comprehensively…and does the same for all cases.  Maybe one day I’ll even start an organization similar to ‘Parent Partners’ that doesn’t answer to CPS and actually advocates on behalf of parents– and more importantly the best interests of the children afflicted in these situations.

Does anyone recall a little boy named Adam?

Although I just devoted significant space to expressing legal frustrations, I truly feel as though I am one of only a small handful of people who care about Adam’s best interests.  I’ve been told by CPS they don’t care to do any further investigation because they “have their proof” nor do they have any desire to tell Adam why his parents aren’t around, which is just cruel.  I could sit here and write paragraph after paragraph about the injustices against my son….yet I think the examples I use speak loudly and clearly.

Although I was a single mother, we were never alone. Christmas '08

How does Will factor into all of this?

I’ve refrained from speaking of him as much as possible– and I just can’t stay silent anymore.  So many people inquire as to whether or not he makes me angry.  Aside from kicking me and calling me despicable names in front of our son, nothing he has done angered me.  Instead he is a giant disappointment. 

The power to make this nightmare end for our son rested solely in Will’s hands.  What did he do with that tremendous opportunity?  Squandered it.  We could have sent Adam back home to the loving grandparents who helped me raise him.  Yet he’d much rather see his child subjected to the endless loop of the system than to do the right thing.  In his eyes, placement of Adam with my parents is a victory to me meaning a loss for him.  Regardless of anything he says or does from this point forward he has made it abundantly clear his parenting approach.  It’s not an Adam-centric one as mine is….yet one that focuses on Mommy bashing and hoping the rest falls into place.

Will sent an email to our CPS worker.  It speaks volumes and I’ll break it down by sentence:

  • Sloane’s a terrible person.
  • Why is she persecuting me?
  • Please help me stop her from persecuting me!
  • My ‘parent partner’ says Sloane’s a terrible person too.
  • Oh and by the way– first mention of Adam– I’d like to see him more than once a week.
  • I want to be allowed at family functions so technically I can be around Adam but I won’t have to spend time because he’ll be playing in the backyard with his older cousins.
  • The “S.S. has the power to” let me around Adam more.  [Even he knows the role of the Third Reich!]
  • My public defender says Sloane sucks too and needs to be informed that the domestic violence charges will be dropped per “Marcy’s Law”  [Personally I'm going with my Victim Witness advocate who answers directly to the D.A. and says this isn't the case. Furthermore, Marsy's Law: " This measure amends the state constitution and various state laws to (1) expand the legal rights of crime victims and the payment of restitution by criminal offenders, (2) restrict the early release of inmates, and (3) change the procedures for granting and revoking parole" says Wikipedia.  So basically I benefit from this?]
  • Sloane’s an awful mother and human being and you are forgetting this!
  • “I miss my lil dude….and this just sucks.”

I understand that we arrived in California together.  Yet it is an egregious error to assume that Will was anything but an absentee parent with little to no interest in Adam from June ’08-March ’11.  He never paid a dime in child support nor made any attempts to visit his son.  The few times they talked on the phone happened only because I called and begged him to talk to Adam.  What a damn fool I was to think that we could be a ‘happy family.’  I let the idea of a nuclear family with Mommy and Daddy and two children cloud my rational judgement and I will spend the rest of my life regretting this.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Quote

Lifetime movies make my heart happy

The image of Rob Lowe looking menacing while he tells his neighbor "I'm untouchable, bitch!" will amuse me for a very long time.

Determined to make the rest of my pregnancy as relaxing as possible for Tatum, I spent my Saturday snuggled up  on the sofa watching four consecutive Lifetime movies.  First there was one about a psychotic woman who was denied for the adoption process….so of course she takes it upon herself to drug and kidnap her pregnant roommate, lock her up at a remote family farmhouse, and attempt to convince everyone the girl disappeared.  I know I can always trust Lifetime for fresh, original content.  Next came a movie about Veronica Mars [oh that actress has a name?] where her mother was a junkie so she takes it upon herself to get legally emancipated and adopt her various half brothers.  Then there was Drew Peterson:  Untouchable, starring Rob Lowe.  Perfect movie for the perfect network.  Finally there was The Pregnancy Project [not to be confused with The Pregnancy Pact] where a senior who is a super student fakes her pregnancy as a ‘social experiment’ in order to obtain firsthand knowledge of the stigmas teen moms face.  You already know the movie concluded with her big reveal of the fake bump in her school auditorium and the thunderous applause of her fellow students who felt terrible about judging her and will never judge another human being ever again and throw all stereotypes out the window from that point forward.

On a more serious note, I don’t think I’ve ever said much about Drew Peterson.  We’ll save that post for another day as my mission is to prevent the heart rate and BP from elevating.  What is it about arrogant scumbags with the last name Peterson?  And, uh, ladies:  if your new man wife ”drowned’ in a dry bathtub, that’s your cue to run screaming in the opposite direction.  Perhaps most sickening about this entire thing is– much like that other Peterson– he has a large female following.  I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that if one wife is expendable….

A knock on my door jarred me from my bed rest reverie.  Thank you to my chauffeur who took me to purchase a new cell phone.  I opted for the $45 unlimited Straight Talk plan from Walmart because it seemed to be the most affordable option aligned with my cellular needs.  While I didn’t purchase a smart phone– why spend the extra money when I’m never far from my laptop and digital camera?– it more than fulfills my needs.  Only family, coworkers, and a few close friends will have the number.  Legal calls and anything official can come to my house.  These ten digits will be more heavily guarded than Fort Knox.  ;)

I ended up talking on the phone for 2+ hours [this is unheard of for me] with Liv last night.  Although we discussed the situation, it wasn’t in a stressful way– she commiserated, expressed outrage at the appropriate times, and offered meaningful insight.  And then it was nice to just catch up and laugh.  She informed me that Memphis no longer had strip clubs but bikini bars.  We also chatted about funeral faux pas, my innovative [and foolproof!] method for banishing a stalker, her school, and other glorious topics.

Such overwhelming sadness and guilt permeates my atmosphere of relaxation.  Need I even explain why I’m so heartbroken?  And the guilt…I feel as though if I focus on staying calm for Tatum [as opposed to spending every second of my day actively trying to get Adam home] then I’m somehow betraying my son.  This is yet another example of how my permanent location has been between a rock and a hard place since November 17th.  Sigh.

 

24 days until Tatum arrives.  <3

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Kisses for sister

Won't he be the best big brother?

When I look at this photo, I see pure love.  Adam’s staring into my eyes as he kisses Tatum.  These are the images I want to take with me from this time in my life– the fleeting moments of joy from my pregnancy.  Whether it’s Adam excitedly asking questions about her sister, getting a swift kick from Tatum [literally] to remind me that she’s there, or all the love and support from my church family, I am so blessed.  Yet I have once again been consumed with rage and subsequently lost sight of my blessings.  What a terrible feeling.  Now is not the time to succumb to my anger.  I can deal with that in constructive and productive way….later.  Right now my only focus is on my health for the last three weeks of my pregnancy.  Tatum deserves a calm and relaxed Mommy who is ecstatic to meet her and welcome her into the world the right way.  A Mommy who is 110% devoted to her.  The duration of my pregnancy will be spent preparing for Tatum while enhancing my three F’s.  Thanks to Rachael and my coworker, K, for some great books about faith.

“Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.” ~ Mark Twain

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

“On Children”

Photo by Melissa Calvert - Overton Square, Memphis '09

 Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Several years ago during the Mother’s Day service at Neshoba I encountered these words for the first time.  Ever since I’ve regarded it as a central component of my parenting philosophy.  Children need love, security, guidance, structure, encouragement, and support from their parents.  Somebody who is a role model that quietly leads by example.  Beyond that….their path in the world is theirs to make.  This is not to suggest I will let my kids run wild in the name of ‘finding themselves’ but young people need room for growth and exploration.  Within a reasonable context they deserve the freedom to discover themselves and their world.

I especially love the line:  “You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.”  What are some of the most meaningful parental writings to you?

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Oxford Comma WIN

Amen.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Bedrest, court, and whiny creepers

Here he was four months. Now my baby is almost four years.

Today marks the first day of my maternity leave and the beginning of my [official] bed rest.  Much to my dismay I didn’t spend my Wednesday sprawled out in bed– on my left side of course– stuffing my face with cheese and red bell peppers while catching up on my Netflix queue.  An early morning call from my attorney necessitated a brief appearance in court.  I drafted a letter to the judge and commenced the pre-court ritual [which consists of meditation, prayer, and dirty rap music] until my chariot arrived at noon.

A pulmonary embolism and/or heart attack doesn’t tickle my fancy this evening so let’s address the legal stuff in ten sentences or less and be done with it:

1)  I was in a bit of hot water for contacting Will via email on multiple occasions. 

[[Sidenote:  My reasons for doing so were to plead with him to sign over his parental rights to my parents so they could adopt Adam and get him out of this system ASAP-- I know I went about this the wrong way, but can you fault a desperate mother willing to do anything to get her child out of harm's way?]]

2)  I was in a lot of hot water for my “uncooperative” attitude.

3)  Some folks don’t like it very much when you openly challenge them, question their policies, and assert yourself so it was determined that I was “not in compliance with my plan” and needed “further treatment.”

4)  My attorney liked my letter but wanted to make sure I knew it would infuriate the powers that be even more….

5)  We submitted it anyway.

6)  It goes without saying we contested the six month progress review and a full hearing has been set for several hours on March 14th.

7)  I may or may not be present at said hearing depending on where I am in the recovery process after giving birth.

8)  This is the opportunity for our expert witnesses to take the stand.

Napping on his beloved Gigi

Adam’s school took a field trip to Pismo Beach to see the monarch butterflies.  What an awesome experience!  I kept the image of him– laughing and squealing with delight from the butterflies– in my mind all day.  Mommy’s trying her  hardest, little man.  May this inspire you in your later years to be a crusader for justice.

Sometimes I find myself completely overwhelmed by my pessimistic attitude….and then I remind myself what a strong and resilient woman I am.  My children are strong and resilient too.  I’ve been a single mother for more than three quarters of Adam’s life and am fully prepared to raise both of my kids with this family structure.  Reminiscing over Adam’s baby photos reminds me that our family is still young and we will overcome.

Some of you may have noticed that my phone was shut off today.  The cellular benefactor informed this morning via email:  “I can’t see your blog, yo.”  To which I responded:  “That’s because it’s privatized, yo.”  Shortly after sending my reply I attempted to call my attorney only to hear an automated voice telling me that my service was suspended.  Maturity at its finest.  Perhaps I should have reminded the fellow that when a blog is private it means nobody can see it….but when a person is that dramatic I doubt it would have mattered much anyway.  Within the next day or so I’ll have a new number so in the meantime call my house if you need me.

A few bullet points to address the situation then it will never be mentioned again:

–  ‘Whiny,’ ‘needy,’ and ‘clingy’ are not words you want describing you as an adult.  Those are words for children.

–  If you wish to give me a gift or offer to pay for something of mine, it should be just that….a gift.  No strings attached.  Threatening to revoke said gift because I remove you from my Facebook is absolutely ridiculous.  Actually revoking said gift because I privatized my blog makes me frightened for you.  With those bad manners and juvenile tantrums, you might not pass kindergarten this year.

–  Unless you’ve been living under a rock these past few months, you’ll know that I have been trapped in a living hell.  My children and my legal situation, respectively, are my priorities.  Did I also mention I have a job that’s very important to me?  Suffice it to say I’m stressed to the max, very busy, depressed, worried, frustrated, and for the most part feeling quite helpless.  All of those aforementioned emotions are quite negative.  If you’re adding to any of them, I don’t want to speak to you, period.  It’s irrelevant whether you’re one of my closest friends or an acquaintance.  My health and sanity comes first and if you’re not helping, I’ll cut you off in a heartbeat.  What kind of selfish and insecure person complains that I don’t give them enough attention and 24/7 access to my world with everything that’s been happening to me?  How dare you?  Get over yourself.

– To all the females who has been offended by said person, I do apologize.  But it’s not my problem anymore so I can’t help you there!

I just spent way too much time dignifying a person who wants nothing more than attention.  Hopefully they enjoyed it because that’s the last bit of recognition they’ll ever get from yours truly.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m FINALLY off to my bed rest.

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

36 weeks

Week 36's imagery

[[ Image courtesy of Baby Center and info from WebMD ]]

Baby: Your baby measures about 20.7 inches from head to toe and weighs about 6 pounds. The baby may drop lower in your abdomen, usually assuming the head-down position after having frequently assumed other positions during early pregnancy. The brain has been developing rapidly [I have very intelligent children so this doesn't surprise me], and your baby is practicing blinking [that's too cute!].

Mom-to-be: Your uterus has grown bigger these last few weeks and is probably up under your ribs. But you’re in the home stretch; after this week you’ll be seeing your doctor weekly [that's been happening for multiple weeks now]. You may be alternating between fatigue and extra bursts of energy. You may also be experiencing increased backache and heaviness, constipation, heartburn and discomfort in your buttocks and pelvis [It feels as though an electrocuted fork is scraping down my spine].

Tip of the Week: Start stocking your freezer with foods that can be easily popped into the oven or microwave after you bring your baby home. Chili, casseroles and many other dishes [Sloane doesn't cook so thanks to all who have offered to help in this department!] can be prepared and frozen ahead of time for use later.

 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

Fight CPS

Not even a month after this image was captured our family was destroyed....

Rebuilding our lives after the irreparable damage inflicted by Child Protective Endangerment Services seems a daunting task.  How I wish the ordeal would end as soon as Adam came home but it will merely be the tip of the iceberg.  I’m a resilient adult– my rage from this situation can be channeled into something productive, something that will help others who have been wronged by this cruel system.  What about Adam?  His innocence has been shattered.  Even with diligent daily work on my part [coupled with extensive therapy and excellent schools], he’ll never be able to fully move past the trauma from his third year of life.  I don’t care what sacrifices I have to make….his childhood will not be ruined by this.

The website FightCPS.com serves as glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.  Filled with outstanding information, links, and resources, this is a MUST for every parent [and anyone committed to fighting injustice], even if you never anticipate having dealings with the agency.  Most importantly, it reminds me that I am not alone.  Warning:  the stories you see here from other parents will outrage and infuriate you.

“Before my child was taken away by CPS, I was also under the impression that the job of social workers is to do what is best for the family and children. The public needs to understand that CPS does not investigate anything once they have taken a child. They work very hard at keeping the child from their family but they do nothing to verify the truth or reunify the family – even if “reunification” is part of the plan ordered by the judge! We have been fighting for our daughter for one year now, and we do not see an end to this…….It is a sick system that hurts children and families! Social services needs to be challenged and it needs to be changed!” -  from the Fight CPS guestbook

If this can happen to me, it can happen to you.  Arm yourself with knowledge.  Know your rights.  Trust no one.  CPS is not your friend and they have no desire to help you.  Don’t sign anything without an attorney.  Take extra precautions if you are a mother who is a victim of domestic abuse– because CPS certainly doesn’t think you’re a victim– and they’ll blame you for failure to protect your child. 

With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,

Sloane

 

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