Morning came and instead of the room lighting up with the sunshine from outside it lit up with nurses and doctors who were all very concerned over this little guy's health and condition, at a little under 7 lbs, having pneumonia and breathing problems adding in the factor of possible toxic exposure was something that needed to be very closely monitored.
The infectious disease Dr came in and assured me that he would be able to be taken out of the tent and given 4 hour treatments as soon as they finished their rounds and that we would be here at least another night or quite possibly two, this was a relief but at this point all I wanted to do was hold him in my arms and not change another diaper through this plastic tent.
The infectious disease Dr had joined the mornig rounds since we had missed our appointment in clinic at the hospital he came to us, it was a nice feeling with all the other factors in the equation. The Dr and nurse then began to diassemble the plastic little tent that held his little being for the last 24 hours, you should have seen the stretch on this little guy, it was ALL arms and legs for a good 30 seconds, I went to move in as he opened his eyes and looked straight at me as to say "where have you been" I kissed and swooped him up then sat cuddled in the big wooden rocker, this is where my folks found us nearly 2 hours later, I was surprised that much time has passsed.
My folks were elated to see he was out of his tent enclosure, my mom took my place in the chair as my dad and I went down for coffee. My dad was not talkative, well till we got our coffee and headed back out of the cafeteria, he stopped me and said "let's sit in here for a little bit", I of course abliged. He asked me how I was, I said, of course, "I'm fine dad", "are you guys ok?", he hesitated and he said "we are doing o.k., we are worried about David and you", I could not respond or the flood gates would have opened and I was not prepared this morning to 'go there' so soon in the day **sigh**
We went back up to the room after 20 minutes or so and found my mom in the same spot we had left her, it was a good feeling to see her smile. I took a quick shower while they were there and before his treatments started, I was prepared for a busy day, I slept decent, but it was not home, that is for sure!
My folks left after 2 hours and that is pushing it, I know they have been throough hell and back the last couple weeks and this was way too much for them to handle, to see his little guy in distress and hooked up to machines and monitors. The phone call and texts started coming in and my daughters came out a little before noon and stayed till at least dinner time.
The treatments began and continued through the night. The hospital staff was SO nice and accomodating to my needs as much as they were to David's, I had never EVER been in the hospital setting with either one of my girl's, this was something pretty foreign to me, but seemed par for the course with all the other cicumstances that surrounded this little heart beat that had now seemed to have finally fallen alseep in my arms.
The Dr made his final rounds and night had fallen, I was exhausted, the lack of sleep was catching up to me, it was apparent to the nurse's so once the night shift came on and got settled they told me if I needed some help or some sleep just ask and they would take David to their station and feed him for me, I thanked her and thought to myself "no way in hell is he leaving my sight".
David was responding well to the treatments every 4 hours and since he had had constant exposure for almost 24 hours they moved them to every 6 hours then as needed. David was not sleep deprived as he had slept for almost 2 days/nights straight, I made th last feeding at 10pm, I rocked him to sleep and then fell onto the couch, I was 'toast'.
I vaguely remember the RT coming in at midnight to give a treatment, I was irritated and it was obvisous, they woke him and it took me almost an hour to get him back to sleep now that he was awake and the medication was now making him "hyper", it was taking a toll on his tiny body. I was finally able to lay him back down, he was not able to lay with me which would have been SO MUCH easier but the hospital frowned on it since he was SO tiny and the couch was not a suitable bed & the fact he was hooked up to an IV pole.
I was startled by a noise, I rolled over squinting at the bed, saw messy covers then glanced over and saw lines hanging off the bed and then no pole! I jumped up in panic, almost forgot where I was, then hit the door, swung it open and found 2 nurses sitting with complete joy on their faces holding this little angel whom was sleeping as sound as he would have been in my arms. The head nurse saw the panic and apologized and said "at the last treatment u were "out" and he was playful" and they wanted me to get some much needed rest, she knew the situation, she was one I confided in, ok, cried with the night we were admitted so I thanked her and went to lay back down and at least gain my barrings back. I had actually slept for almost 4 full hours and took another hour and a half before they brought him back into the room when he fell alseep and I took a quick shower before the Dr would come back in and hopefully send us home today, I prayed.
5.06.2012
5.05.2012
the stay...
I made my phone calls and in no specific order, my girls, my parents, my sister, my girlfriends, work and David's father to let them know what was going on. We were settled in a room, unknown to me but what would be our home for the next 4 days! They had David on several monitors and he had been 'tented' this was a cruel looking little plastic bubble, well square they had him in and he was not to be removed except for changing and minimal feedings. I was fine until my girl's arrived and then I lost it when they saw him, I mean what the hell was happening, what the hell was going on, WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW??
David was in an open onesie and a diaper and had the iv coming from his groin, his arms and feet and legs were too small for even the smallest needle for them to gain a line. It was a site I don't like to remember at all, he was a trooper and slept most of the time, almost 12 hours the first day after we were admitted.
My folks showed up and my mom was an emotional train wreck, didn't need that and my dad was worried sick, when they saw David they almost immediately left the room. My aunt had come down as well and when I was telling her I had called David's father my mom overheard me and started to cry, my dad asked why and when he found out he rushed out of the room. My aunt understood and to my folks it was all still to raw, explaining to them that I HAD TO, we were NOT out of the woods and I had to keep peace! WHY was I the only one getting this?
My aunt left shortly after she arrived as other visitors were coming including David's father after everyone had left, he stayed all of 5 minutes and then left as well. My folks stayed a little over an hour and made their exit, I knew this was too much for them, I could barely hardly hold it together at this point and the girl's offered to stay while I drove home for some clothes and personal items I would need for the remainder of our stay. My girlfriend had come down and knew I was in no shape to drive so she drove me to my home to get my things, this way I would have some company as well, I was still working on NO sleep and it was apparently showing!
I vaguely remember the drive back to my place yet remember vividly sitting on the edge of the bed balling my eyes out until she came in, laid me down and said "please rest for a little while" I will take you back as soon as you wake up" she went as far as to call the hospital and make sure David was fine and my daughter was in the room with him.
I awoke a couple hours later in a panic and for sure thinking he was missing me and knowing I needed to get back as soon as possible to see what his status was. I called the nurses station on our way back and they assured me he was just fine and didn't even know I had left. It was little consolation since he WAS the only thing that mattered at this point and to lose him would not even be an option, THIS I kept totally to myself even though I was confident it was on everyone elses mind yet no one dared speak of it!
I got back to the room in time for the doctor to come in and tell me David was progressing but the pneumonia came fast and was worse than they had initially thought. He would stay in the tent for the night for sure and we would re-evaluate him first thing in the morning. I wanted to hold him so bad I could not even stand it and it was becoming humid in the room with visitors and the machine running non stop and I could hardly see him over the fog that filled his little space, my heart was very very heavy.
Everyone had gone, my folks came back down to sit with him while I went to the office and completed his paperwork and admission forms and got a bite to eat and then they left, my daughters left and I was alone in the room, exhausted and completely numb to what was happening, I barely had enough energy to change my clothes and make my couch/bed, the next thing I knew the nurse came in to turn my light off and check David one more time as she assured me unless I needed them they would leave me/us be for the night, little relief but for now it was all I had!
David was in an open onesie and a diaper and had the iv coming from his groin, his arms and feet and legs were too small for even the smallest needle for them to gain a line. It was a site I don't like to remember at all, he was a trooper and slept most of the time, almost 12 hours the first day after we were admitted.
My folks showed up and my mom was an emotional train wreck, didn't need that and my dad was worried sick, when they saw David they almost immediately left the room. My aunt had come down as well and when I was telling her I had called David's father my mom overheard me and started to cry, my dad asked why and when he found out he rushed out of the room. My aunt understood and to my folks it was all still to raw, explaining to them that I HAD TO, we were NOT out of the woods and I had to keep peace! WHY was I the only one getting this?
My aunt left shortly after she arrived as other visitors were coming including David's father after everyone had left, he stayed all of 5 minutes and then left as well. My folks stayed a little over an hour and made their exit, I knew this was too much for them, I could barely hardly hold it together at this point and the girl's offered to stay while I drove home for some clothes and personal items I would need for the remainder of our stay. My girlfriend had come down and knew I was in no shape to drive so she drove me to my home to get my things, this way I would have some company as well, I was still working on NO sleep and it was apparently showing!
I vaguely remember the drive back to my place yet remember vividly sitting on the edge of the bed balling my eyes out until she came in, laid me down and said "please rest for a little while" I will take you back as soon as you wake up" she went as far as to call the hospital and make sure David was fine and my daughter was in the room with him.
I awoke a couple hours later in a panic and for sure thinking he was missing me and knowing I needed to get back as soon as possible to see what his status was. I called the nurses station on our way back and they assured me he was just fine and didn't even know I had left. It was little consolation since he WAS the only thing that mattered at this point and to lose him would not even be an option, THIS I kept totally to myself even though I was confident it was on everyone elses mind yet no one dared speak of it!
I got back to the room in time for the doctor to come in and tell me David was progressing but the pneumonia came fast and was worse than they had initially thought. He would stay in the tent for the night for sure and we would re-evaluate him first thing in the morning. I wanted to hold him so bad I could not even stand it and it was becoming humid in the room with visitors and the machine running non stop and I could hardly see him over the fog that filled his little space, my heart was very very heavy.
Everyone had gone, my folks came back down to sit with him while I went to the office and completed his paperwork and admission forms and got a bite to eat and then they left, my daughters left and I was alone in the room, exhausted and completely numb to what was happening, I barely had enough energy to change my clothes and make my couch/bed, the next thing I knew the nurse came in to turn my light off and check David one more time as she assured me unless I needed them they would leave me/us be for the night, little relief but for now it was all I had!
4.30.2012
what now...
Things were beginning to settle somewhat, sleep was non existent and David was a good baby thus far. I had begin to communicate with David's father and of course keep record of every text, phone call or letter I received. I did not know this man and had to remain the neutral party since he had not the best relationship with my folks, OK, my dad and we were still on the brink of "what-ifs" in regards to David's future.
The girl's fell back into their schedules relatively quickly and helped out with David as much as they could and of course were on night watch since I worked nights. I had new appointments with the infectious disease doctor for David's follow-up and continued care that were coming up and I had to make sure I made all my court appointments that were set as well to stay in compliance with court orders. This was a lot and way too much to stop and even think about, it was like I was in robot mode, it all needed to be done! I had made little milestones to this point and gotten David off the Medi-Cal and added onto his father's insurance since he held a union job and it would suite David much better. His father was contributing a small amount of money as well as buying cases of formula for David since it was a special prescription.
David was home for a couple of months now and he seemed to not be feeling well as I was getting ready for work, I had to go and my youngest was home with him this evening and I had a good friend on standby who said she could help if my daughter needed it. I was just a phone call away and work was still pretty good about the whole situation. Once he went to sleep he would be o.k. and on that note I kissed them both and I left for work, to be home about 0400 to make sure everyone was tucked in their beds nice and snug.
I had checked in with my daughter a few times during the night as she seemed to think he was getting worse, he was crying, not sleeping at all and now not eating either. My friend had called a few hours later and said she was going over to get him an take him to her house, my daughter had called her crying and tired. I was worried and told her I would come home right now, she told me he would be fine with her and I could just go home and sleep for a few hours and she would bring him home late morning. I was hesitant but help at this point was welcome even when I was to stubborn to ask in the first place!
I was about ready to get off and called to check in, my friend told me he was breathing funny and she had got him calmed down but he still had not eaten a whole lot, he had a slight fever and she said he sounded funny. I told her I would be there in about 20 minutes and left work right on time and rushed over to her house to find this little boy in distress, his breathing was erratic and when he heard me his big ole' eyes focused on me as they begged me for help! I thanked her for her help and keeping him for me and told her that I was going to go straight to Valley Children's Hospital and get him checked out, sleep was NOT an option at this point. It was too early to call my folks or the girl's so I would get him seen and we would be home before anyone was awake and he would be just fine...
I arrived at the hospital and was seen almost immediately since I had such a small package and it was obvious he was in much distress by the time we arrived. I was certain it was asthma as I had seen this same behavior in my sister before, but he was much much smaller and had not been officially diagnosed with asthma to this point. The Dr came into the room and immediately seemed worried about his rhythms and placed him on oxygen, I was allowed to hold him the whole time, let them TRY to pry him from my arms. The Dr confirmed his fever and ordered a chest x-ray to rule out pneumonia as well but let me know he would be admitted this morning for further observation due to his age and size **sigh**, I started to ball, the nurse comforted me and I could not even begin to tell her what we had been through over the last 2 months!!
We were sent off for the chest x-ray, returned to the room and the Dr came in and confirmed he had the beginnings of pneumonia so we would definitely be staying this day and quite possibly a few more, they set the motions for us to be put on a floor in a solo room and I made the daunting phone calls since it was now at least 0630 or so and I still had half a brain left about me.
The girl's fell back into their schedules relatively quickly and helped out with David as much as they could and of course were on night watch since I worked nights. I had new appointments with the infectious disease doctor for David's follow-up and continued care that were coming up and I had to make sure I made all my court appointments that were set as well to stay in compliance with court orders. This was a lot and way too much to stop and even think about, it was like I was in robot mode, it all needed to be done! I had made little milestones to this point and gotten David off the Medi-Cal and added onto his father's insurance since he held a union job and it would suite David much better. His father was contributing a small amount of money as well as buying cases of formula for David since it was a special prescription.
David was home for a couple of months now and he seemed to not be feeling well as I was getting ready for work, I had to go and my youngest was home with him this evening and I had a good friend on standby who said she could help if my daughter needed it. I was just a phone call away and work was still pretty good about the whole situation. Once he went to sleep he would be o.k. and on that note I kissed them both and I left for work, to be home about 0400 to make sure everyone was tucked in their beds nice and snug.
I had checked in with my daughter a few times during the night as she seemed to think he was getting worse, he was crying, not sleeping at all and now not eating either. My friend had called a few hours later and said she was going over to get him an take him to her house, my daughter had called her crying and tired. I was worried and told her I would come home right now, she told me he would be fine with her and I could just go home and sleep for a few hours and she would bring him home late morning. I was hesitant but help at this point was welcome even when I was to stubborn to ask in the first place!
I was about ready to get off and called to check in, my friend told me he was breathing funny and she had got him calmed down but he still had not eaten a whole lot, he had a slight fever and she said he sounded funny. I told her I would be there in about 20 minutes and left work right on time and rushed over to her house to find this little boy in distress, his breathing was erratic and when he heard me his big ole' eyes focused on me as they begged me for help! I thanked her for her help and keeping him for me and told her that I was going to go straight to Valley Children's Hospital and get him checked out, sleep was NOT an option at this point. It was too early to call my folks or the girl's so I would get him seen and we would be home before anyone was awake and he would be just fine...
I arrived at the hospital and was seen almost immediately since I had such a small package and it was obvious he was in much distress by the time we arrived. I was certain it was asthma as I had seen this same behavior in my sister before, but he was much much smaller and had not been officially diagnosed with asthma to this point. The Dr came into the room and immediately seemed worried about his rhythms and placed him on oxygen, I was allowed to hold him the whole time, let them TRY to pry him from my arms. The Dr confirmed his fever and ordered a chest x-ray to rule out pneumonia as well but let me know he would be admitted this morning for further observation due to his age and size **sigh**, I started to ball, the nurse comforted me and I could not even begin to tell her what we had been through over the last 2 months!!
We were sent off for the chest x-ray, returned to the room and the Dr came in and confirmed he had the beginnings of pneumonia so we would definitely be staying this day and quite possibly a few more, they set the motions for us to be put on a floor in a solo room and I made the daunting phone calls since it was now at least 0630 or so and I still had half a brain left about me.
4.19.2012
the deal
As the days moved forward and we all settled into our routines, routines that were pretty easily skewed from hour to hour, it was apparent that this was not the norm. It was not fair that this had happened nor that this little boy was left without his mother, a mother who was so excited and proud to have accomplished so much in her life at this point! I'm find it tough to move past this/these thoughts but easy at the same time as my schedule allows me NO time to think of anything other than what is happening at any given second.
My parents and I had a few meetings with our attorney and the prelim court date was near, this I was NOT looking forward to. My mom was still a mess, my dad had a lot of anger and especially towards David's father and me, well, who even knew or cared at this point.
I worked and slept when I could and maintained life as I now knew it and made the best of it with what hand I dealt myself. My girls were soon back to their school & work schedules and I was busy keeping up with Davids Dr's appointments and making sure I didn't miss anything, I could not afford to, the price for failure was way too expensive!
It was here, the preliminary court date, I was scared to death and got no sleep, this should be very interesting. I made my trip to Madera, dropped David off with a long time high school friend so she could watch him while we were in court and then met my parents for breakfast before we went to the court house. Breakfast was more like damage control with my dad and my mom sat quiet and cried the whole time. I was worried what would be presented and what "information" the father actually had and what the outcome would truly be. I knew in my heart he would not gain custody, well not today anyway and I was certain I was not going to be placed under arrest for 'stealing' his child.
We made our way over to the court house and walked into our assigned court room where the father was waiting with his attorney and quickly summoned me out of the room, my dad glared daggers at them, I appeased him and left the room to have a discussion. I was greeted by the father an then his attorney spoke the remainder of the time. I had one very very small interaction with the father prior to Davids birth and other then that knew nothing of him, well only the bad from my father and the relationship issues my sister divulged to me. The attorney proceeded to tell me they were dropping all charges and were willing to make a visitation schedule and would be willing to meet with me after court to make the appropriate arrangements, etc. I thanked them, as I felt I should at this point, I was still a VERY neutral party in all this and had to make sure I was equal on all sides, I had to completely remove myself at this point from my grief and anger and make this a business deal, that sucked!
The judge called our names, we all approached the table sitting on opposite sides. The judge read over the papers filled on both sides and immediately threw his out as there was false information alleged and gave my parents full custody of David as they were legally bound since they were next of kin due to the death of the mother and no said father listed on the birth certificate. This was a small victory as we were then excused after our attorney advised we would be seeking full legal custody as well as full legal guardianship of the said minor.
The judge had set another court date for final review later in December and immediate paternal DNA testing as well as mediation for all 4 of us.
This was an emotional victory and one that was far from over, there were SO many more components and it has just begun. We walked over to Family Courts and set our mediation appointment and set the appointment with Family Child Services for the DNA portion of the testing David would have to complete.
I left heavy hearted and let my parents know I was going back home once I picked up David, I was not going to come by, I had nothing left in me today.
My parents and I had a few meetings with our attorney and the prelim court date was near, this I was NOT looking forward to. My mom was still a mess, my dad had a lot of anger and especially towards David's father and me, well, who even knew or cared at this point.
I worked and slept when I could and maintained life as I now knew it and made the best of it with what hand I dealt myself. My girls were soon back to their school & work schedules and I was busy keeping up with Davids Dr's appointments and making sure I didn't miss anything, I could not afford to, the price for failure was way too expensive!
It was here, the preliminary court date, I was scared to death and got no sleep, this should be very interesting. I made my trip to Madera, dropped David off with a long time high school friend so she could watch him while we were in court and then met my parents for breakfast before we went to the court house. Breakfast was more like damage control with my dad and my mom sat quiet and cried the whole time. I was worried what would be presented and what "information" the father actually had and what the outcome would truly be. I knew in my heart he would not gain custody, well not today anyway and I was certain I was not going to be placed under arrest for 'stealing' his child.
We made our way over to the court house and walked into our assigned court room where the father was waiting with his attorney and quickly summoned me out of the room, my dad glared daggers at them, I appeased him and left the room to have a discussion. I was greeted by the father an then his attorney spoke the remainder of the time. I had one very very small interaction with the father prior to Davids birth and other then that knew nothing of him, well only the bad from my father and the relationship issues my sister divulged to me. The attorney proceeded to tell me they were dropping all charges and were willing to make a visitation schedule and would be willing to meet with me after court to make the appropriate arrangements, etc. I thanked them, as I felt I should at this point, I was still a VERY neutral party in all this and had to make sure I was equal on all sides, I had to completely remove myself at this point from my grief and anger and make this a business deal, that sucked!
The judge called our names, we all approached the table sitting on opposite sides. The judge read over the papers filled on both sides and immediately threw his out as there was false information alleged and gave my parents full custody of David as they were legally bound since they were next of kin due to the death of the mother and no said father listed on the birth certificate. This was a small victory as we were then excused after our attorney advised we would be seeking full legal custody as well as full legal guardianship of the said minor.
The judge had set another court date for final review later in December and immediate paternal DNA testing as well as mediation for all 4 of us.
This was an emotional victory and one that was far from over, there were SO many more components and it has just begun. We walked over to Family Courts and set our mediation appointment and set the appointment with Family Child Services for the DNA portion of the testing David would have to complete.
I left heavy hearted and let my parents know I was going back home once I picked up David, I was not going to come by, I had nothing left in me today.
4.08.2012
sleep is over-rated...
The honeymoon is over, back to work it is and the a new schedule is in order, have I mentioned I am type A and NOT good with change? I had not really thought about what I/we were gunna do when I went back to work as I worked nights and the girl's were in school and the oldest had a job. I knew it would be difficult at best but it's what I/we signed up for, RIGHT?
I had set all the Dr's appointments and made some phone calls to make sure David was properly insured. My sister had signed up for WIC and had David on county medical.
I had to take David for an scheduled appointment and after sitting in the waiting room for over 2 hours when I was 20 minutes early for his appointment time, I was determined to make sure he had private insurance from that point on. I'm not above the county system but this child was needing special care and I was confidant the system would fail him.
I had, at this point very little contact or knowledge of David's father. I knew he had visited David once while he was in the hospital and he knew through my cousin and his circle of friends that David was with me and that I would be seeking guardianship. I had talked extensively to my parents about this and they TOTALLY agreed but also wanted to be on the papers as well as they feared something would happen to me as it did their youngest child. The last thing we wanted to happen was for this newborn baby to be turned over to his birth father.
NOW, that sounds bad, this I know but this I do not regret saying, there was a long history of drugs involved with the father and there was a long history of abuse with my sister as well as temper issues in everyday life.
This child was NOT going to fall through the cracks of the system, my determination was stronger than the hurt I had for the loss of my little sister!
I had avoided calling or making contact with his father since he knew where he was, he had shown NO sign of acknowledgement or interest. My parents and I had contacted an attorney and had all our motions in place when we had him served his court papers to appear for the initial hearing for primary guardianship. We had to make sure that everyone over the age of 18 in our family, including my oldest daughter were served papers with our intent to become sole guardians over this newborn child. The only saving grace at this point was that my sister had NOT placed the father's name on the birth certificate which gave my parents immediate custody upon her death, listing them as "next of kin".
There was no one in our family who would contest the guardianship issue as they all knew it was the best for the David. I worried immensely from this point on since we had NO idea what this man was about and/or what his family background/history was and good cause since shortly after him being served I received a letter that said I was to be arrested for child kidnapping the moment I stepped foot into court on the day we are to be seen for the preliminary hearing.
After I freaked out and called my parents in sheer panic, I called the father and had some words with him which I thought went well but then later received my official court papers which listed me as breaking the law and under penalty I am being charged with kidnapping, child concealment and child endangerment.
I could NOT even tell you what thoughts went through my head and what worries I had at this point, I knew all about these charges since I worked in law enforcement and knew the seriousness, although knew as well I was NOT in violation of any of them and this would be an uphill battle all the way!!
I had set all the Dr's appointments and made some phone calls to make sure David was properly insured. My sister had signed up for WIC and had David on county medical.
I had to take David for an scheduled appointment and after sitting in the waiting room for over 2 hours when I was 20 minutes early for his appointment time, I was determined to make sure he had private insurance from that point on. I'm not above the county system but this child was needing special care and I was confidant the system would fail him.
I had, at this point very little contact or knowledge of David's father. I knew he had visited David once while he was in the hospital and he knew through my cousin and his circle of friends that David was with me and that I would be seeking guardianship. I had talked extensively to my parents about this and they TOTALLY agreed but also wanted to be on the papers as well as they feared something would happen to me as it did their youngest child. The last thing we wanted to happen was for this newborn baby to be turned over to his birth father.
NOW, that sounds bad, this I know but this I do not regret saying, there was a long history of drugs involved with the father and there was a long history of abuse with my sister as well as temper issues in everyday life.
This child was NOT going to fall through the cracks of the system, my determination was stronger than the hurt I had for the loss of my little sister!
I had avoided calling or making contact with his father since he knew where he was, he had shown NO sign of acknowledgement or interest. My parents and I had contacted an attorney and had all our motions in place when we had him served his court papers to appear for the initial hearing for primary guardianship. We had to make sure that everyone over the age of 18 in our family, including my oldest daughter were served papers with our intent to become sole guardians over this newborn child. The only saving grace at this point was that my sister had NOT placed the father's name on the birth certificate which gave my parents immediate custody upon her death, listing them as "next of kin".
There was no one in our family who would contest the guardianship issue as they all knew it was the best for the David. I worried immensely from this point on since we had NO idea what this man was about and/or what his family background/history was and good cause since shortly after him being served I received a letter that said I was to be arrested for child kidnapping the moment I stepped foot into court on the day we are to be seen for the preliminary hearing.
After I freaked out and called my parents in sheer panic, I called the father and had some words with him which I thought went well but then later received my official court papers which listed me as breaking the law and under penalty I am being charged with kidnapping, child concealment and child endangerment.
I could NOT even tell you what thoughts went through my head and what worries I had at this point, I knew all about these charges since I worked in law enforcement and knew the seriousness, although knew as well I was NOT in violation of any of them and this would be an uphill battle all the way!!
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