Part 18

Part 18

Mike and Heather came up with a plan that night to go to the Family Court in the morning. They understood that the likelihood of them getting emergency custody wasn't going to be likely since they aren't my blood, but they were willing to try which makes me feel loved more now than ever. Mike was telling Heather how bad he feels for me and that no child should have to go through this type of torment. They tried to make it a point not to talk in front of me and they weren't, they were in their room and I was in mine; but I could still hear them through the vent. Heather came in not too long after, fed, changed me, and sang me to sleep.

The next morning we set out early, so early that I was still sleepy, even though I slept the entire night through without any night terrors. As soon as we started driving, I dozed off holding Mike's finger with dreams that l would one day be there's with no more interference from the woman that birthed me with defects and addictions. I can hear them talking about setting up an account for me so that when I turn of age I'll have something that'll help me start out my adulthood on the right track. I didn't fully understand all that they were talking about but I assume it's a good thing, otherwise they wouldn't be making plans for me. Heather asked what would they do with the account when my mom gets me back and if she doesn't allow them to see me. There was silence, I guess Mike didn't completely think it through. Then it out nowhere he said that he doesn't believe my mom would do that since I'm his Goddaughter; Heather took no time before she came up with the fact that my mom already blames them for helping and believes they're the reason she doesn't have me. I hate to say it, but I think Heather's right.

We got to the Family Court and waited, and waited, and waited. I was so annoyed that I didn't want to play, learn, eat, I just wanted them to wake me when it was my turn to perform. Three bottles and six diaper changes later, they get called back to speak to someone called a Master. The Master told them that she understands why they are doing this but she can't allow emergency custody since they aren't blood related. She then explained what normally happens with situations like mine. First, my mom will follow what the Case Worker tells her to do, for example; she'll do all of the classes and stay clean. After that's done, all of the hard work of teaching me how you eat, put on clothes, and go to the bathroom on my own is when she'll really fight to get me back; because all of the hard work has been completed, and as long as she follows the Judge's instructions she'll have me back by the time I turn two. Heather's and Mike's faces were priceless, they looked shocked from what they were being told.

"Wait, so you're saying we can have this baby for two years and they'll just take her away; all she's known since birth is us. Don't get me wrong we want mom to get clean so she can have her daughter, it's not our intention to take this child, it's also not our intention to raise a child and basically hand her off to a stranger. We want to see her with her mom but we also want her safe." Heather said.

"I understand, but because you're not blood related; I'm sorry to say but you have no standing." The Master said, walking towards the door.

You could hear a pin drop on cotton as the Master exited the room without uttering another word. They looked confused, which scared me because I'm not sure what's going to happen with me. Will they send me somewhere else because they don't want to raise me and hand me over? I feel bad for them and wish I could tell the Master that I want to be their daughter; but since I can't, I have to go with whatever they choose. I don't feel in my heart that they would let me go without a fight. I'm glad and lucky to have them in my corner, I love them so much.