So, my blog is filled with nothing but doom and gloom lately. Rest assured, strange readers, I will return to random crap...after this post.
I've got an idea. Let's write this like a fairy tale. Maybe then it will suck less.
Once upon a time there was a very strange blogger who adopted the world's most beautiful little girl. Two years later, the birth mother contacted said blogger and asked if she'd like to travel to the land of Adoption once more and welcome into the royal blogger family another beautiful child.
Bliss filled the kingdom as rapid fire arrangements were made, from ordering cribs and swings, to hiring more than one lawyer. However, the evil State Law intervened and required a home study, a grueling gauntlet that requires a minimum of six months, and from which few exit alive. The royal family steadied themselves for the ordeal, determined to wait Heavenly Father's will and plan.
The birth mother contacted the kingdom once more, saying that things were far too difficult for her to keep the soon-to-be prince, and begging the royal family to take temporary custody of him so that her suffering could be shortened. The royal family contacted another lawyer, had paperwork amounting to $3,500.00 drawn up, and rushed to the magical airport, a mere four hours away, to pick up their child.
Unfortunately, the king and queen needed to work on their communication skills. Before the birth mother signed the temporary custody paperwork, the king and queen assured her that she mattered, and that if she needed to keep the prince-to-be, they would understand. She reassured them vehemently that this was what needed to happen, and that if she kept the boy she would be forced to return to a situation that she knew was bad for both of them. After spending time with the birth mother's sister and grandmother, the royal family returned home, exhausted but excited to start this new phase.
Three days later, the birth mother texted that she wanted the little prince back. Then she proceeded to get rude, making demands that the king and queen drive ten hours to an airport and meet her there at whatever time she chose to give the baby back. The king called her and asked what was going on. The birth mother had returned to living with the White Supremacist that was old enough to be her dad. She told the king that she had no high school diploma, no job, no way to provide for the little prince, and she didn't know what she was going to do in a month when things with the White Supremacist went bad again.
The laws of the land did nothing to protect the king and queen, so the king told the birth mother that she could come get the baby, but it needed to be within 24 hours. She said that she and the White Supremacist would be there the next day. She had already told the king that they could not afford to fly, so he asked if they were planning to drive. She said yes, and since the distance was at least 1,500 miles, the king told her they wouldn't be able to make it in a day and that the king and queen, who did nothing but cry, would have to turn the little prince over to CPS until she could come get him. She agreed.
CPS took the little prince, and called the birth mother with information about how to claim her child. The birth mother then started spam texting the king and queen's phones until the queen had to change her number and the king had to block her calls. She then started harassing the king and queen's lawyer, then called the king's place of business and filed a false police report, stating that the king and queen had kidnapped her child.
The End
Okay, for some randomness. I've never understood why someone would think that being white is so awesome. Don't get me wrong, I'm white, and I don't think there's anything wrong with it, but I've always felt like being white just meant that any uniqueness got bleached from the family lines over the generations and I'm just kind of an "Other" when it comes to having a race or identity. Heck, even Jesus wasn't white. It's just a catch all category for the left overs.
Plus, I think it's funny if people say I'm a cracker. I like crackers.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Adoption Aggravation
We were recently approached about adopting Fay's little brother, and
we couldn't be more thrilled. He's almost five months old and a
complete doll. Unfortunately, the adoption process is as difficult as
ever.
Because we don't need an agency to find us a birth mother, we thought it would be easier and less expensive to go with a private adoption. We retained a lawyer who reassured us that the process would be extremely fast and painless. He said all we needed to do was go to Tennessee and have the birth mother sign a paper relinquishing her rights to us, and we could bring the baby home. When we adopted Fay, we had a great deal of legal work to go through, as well as being required to stay in Fay's home state for two weeks while interstate compact was finalized. Needless, to say we were thrilled.
Then entered DCFS.
We discovered that our home state requires a current home study for any adoption. We approached the local DCFS office to have a home study done and we were brushed off. We called state headquarters and the director of the state was extremely rude to us and flatly refused to do a home study for us, even though we are in her area, even though the local office is willing to help, and even though the local office is two blocks from our house, because we're rural.
No kidding. Most of the state is rural.
We then contacted a private agency that does home studies and was told they would come do it for us, but it would cost a minimum of $4,000 with no cap on it. We contacted LDS Family Services, who did our prior adoption, because, although more than $4,000, they at least have a flat fee. The man over our area told us he could come on Tuesday to do a home study, and we were ecstatic.
Then he started backpedaling.
When he found out the state director of DCFS was mad at us (let me point out, we did nothing wrong, she was the one that was rude), he started waffling and saying there's no way he could do our home study on Tuesday because he needed to make sure that his working relationship with DCFS was really good because they handle the interstate compact. He repeatedly told me that he was going to proceed intentionally slowly to make sure that DCFS was happy. He also said he could do the home study, but not the six months of follow up visits required by state law once the baby was placed. He told us to ask DCFS if they would do the follow up visits.
Surprisingly, and rather illogically, they said yes.
Now dude is coming on Tuesday again.
I'm exhausted. And I have a cold.
Because we don't need an agency to find us a birth mother, we thought it would be easier and less expensive to go with a private adoption. We retained a lawyer who reassured us that the process would be extremely fast and painless. He said all we needed to do was go to Tennessee and have the birth mother sign a paper relinquishing her rights to us, and we could bring the baby home. When we adopted Fay, we had a great deal of legal work to go through, as well as being required to stay in Fay's home state for two weeks while interstate compact was finalized. Needless, to say we were thrilled.
Then entered DCFS.
We discovered that our home state requires a current home study for any adoption. We approached the local DCFS office to have a home study done and we were brushed off. We called state headquarters and the director of the state was extremely rude to us and flatly refused to do a home study for us, even though we are in her area, even though the local office is willing to help, and even though the local office is two blocks from our house, because we're rural.
No kidding. Most of the state is rural.
We then contacted a private agency that does home studies and was told they would come do it for us, but it would cost a minimum of $4,000 with no cap on it. We contacted LDS Family Services, who did our prior adoption, because, although more than $4,000, they at least have a flat fee. The man over our area told us he could come on Tuesday to do a home study, and we were ecstatic.
Then he started backpedaling.
When he found out the state director of DCFS was mad at us (let me point out, we did nothing wrong, she was the one that was rude), he started waffling and saying there's no way he could do our home study on Tuesday because he needed to make sure that his working relationship with DCFS was really good because they handle the interstate compact. He repeatedly told me that he was going to proceed intentionally slowly to make sure that DCFS was happy. He also said he could do the home study, but not the six months of follow up visits required by state law once the baby was placed. He told us to ask DCFS if they would do the follow up visits.
Surprisingly, and rather illogically, they said yes.
Now dude is coming on Tuesday again.
I'm exhausted. And I have a cold.
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