Monthly Archives: September 2011
Letter from Bio Mom…the game changes again.
After a rough cry session of despair (Lord. These posts keep getting more depressing, no?), last night I opened the mailbox to find a letter from Bio Mom. Saying she’s changed her mind. She wants me to adopt. And she’s notarizing her veto to the Tribe and signing her decision so it will hold up […]
August Adorableness
Little late, but here are some of our favorites from August.
Court, and then court again.
Court started how it usually does, with the Judge’s clerk getting the Tribe on speaker phone and asking them what they plan to do. DCFS said they didn’t object to the Tribe taking Asher (no surprise). Bio mom said she didn’t object. That stung. But the Guardian ad Litem came through and insisted that the […]
Visiting Bio Mom in Jail
This was my first jail visit. I was there for nearly 2 hours, all for 30 minutes with bio mom, where we sat in a sterile cement hall with 2-inch thick glass between us. At points, the conversation was an impersonal as the surroundings. How do you ask a woman for her baby? She has […]
We found her…
Bio mom is in jail, and has been since the day after we got Asher back. She had been in jail for a week before the not-so-stellar court date, where everyone pretended said they didn’t know where she was. She has is allowed visitors in jail this weekend. I’m going to go see her (without […]
The part where we’re left in the dark with no information whatsoever.
Monday: left voicemail with caseworker (Shotgun Jane). Left voicemail with Guardian ad litem. No word from anyone. Tuesday: emailed another DCFS worker. No word. Wednesday: No word. Thursday: No word. Found that there is still a scheduled permanency hearing for Asher next week. This would not still be scheduled if the Tribe had jurisdiction. (?!) […]
Recent Ugliness
We got a call (not from Shotgun Jane, she apparently has a moral opposition to speaking to us) on Friday that the Tribe is taking Asher. There were no graduated feelings of loss. It was immediate. It sucked the air out of my lungs. Out of the entire house. The walls seemed to shake with […]
Court Was a Big Fat Bummer
The Other Woman didn’t show up. Shotgun Jane wouldn’t make eye contact with me, let alone engage in conversation. (Wait, isn’t she the caseworker? Shouldn’t she be checking in on Asher? You’d think so….) Shotgun Jane told the judge we should let the Tribe take Asher’s case. (Because that way, none of us have to […]
Barefoot in the Dirt 