First off, Waiting Angels sent me an email today telling me they have not heard from the faciliator yet about DNA Authorization. They typically like to defend the people they work and have a way of always turning the finger back at the adoptive parents...but this time even they were ticked. Apparently a firm email as been sent to the facilitator asking what is happening and where things stand. As of now, nothing has changed.
I was so glad to know that I have so many readers of my blog! Several emails were sent because I left everyone hanging with my story! As promised, I will continue!
The day after Cameron was born Alicia was released from the hospital. She wanted us to take Cameron home but we couldn't. It was our agencies policy that "bridge care" or "foster care" be used until parental rights were terminated. They do this just incase a birth mom and/or dad changes their mind, we don't have to give the child back - directly from our home anyway. There were so many hard moments from the time we left that hospital. Alicia and her mom wanted us to take Cameron to the bridge care home (which was about 20 miles away), but we couldn't. The social worker or they had to do it because of the fact Cameron wasn't legally ours. With no social worker there, they had to. We put Cameron car seat in their car with him tightly strapped in. We held our breaths the entire ride....fearing they would vear off the road and change their minds! They didn't. We all came to the bridge care home together and were greeted by a wonderful family, Hank and Lenore. They were in there 70's and had been doing almost all their lives! We went inside and visited and not long after Alicia and mother got up to leave. The tears started. They cried, we cried, Hank and Lenore cried. I grabbed Alicia and hugged her tight, and for what seemed like a long time. I whispered in her ear...thank you. The words now seem stupid. I hugged her mom and then turned to them both and told them that we promised to love him always. With that, they were gone. We spend all day Saturday and Sunday with Cameron at Hank and Lenore's. Typically you are only allowed a couple hours each day with the baby so as not to inconvience the bridge care family. Hank and Lenore were great though....they let us join right in their family! Your usually bring your baby home in 1-3 weeks but as luck would have it, that wasn't the case...
The social worker out of Appleton informed us they did things a little different in that office. The lawyer assigned to represent Cameron wanted to meet with Alicia and this had to be done before getting a court date. She also personally tried to serve the birth father the court papers. Now the meeting usually takes place before the birth mom leaves the hospital and the police try to serve the birth father papers. Not in our case. Honestly, it was about 3 weeks for she got all this done which is highly unusual. We finally requested a court date. Because there was a major murder case going on in Waupaca we couldn't get a court date for 4 wks! I didn't think I could wait that long. When I look back now I keep thinking what choice did I have. I had waited what seemed like my entire life already. So our agency moved the hearing to Oshkosh.
While waiting for the hearing we had the scary time of waiting and wondering if Alicia would change her mind. She and her mom came to Hank and Lenore's twice, and both times took him for a visit. The first time Alicia took him to school to show him to everyone. The 2nd time they took him to their house. I was so scared. My fears turned into calm after the report of what happened the 2nd visit. I guess Alicia'a mom was outside smoking at their house and Cameron was crying. Alicia didn't want to hold him. Refused to change him. Alicia's mom had no desire to parent a grandchild. They both told us it was a real wake up call!
Our first hearing was scheduled for May 9th. We had missed having him home for Easter and for John's birthday on May 4th...but we would have him home in time for my 1st Mothers Day and my birthday on June 2nd! We were so excited! We had a huge party planned for when we came back. My parents even put an announcement in the paper about it! We packed our bags and headed for Oshkosh. We arrived at the courthouse after the proceeding had started, as that is what they told us to do. We were relieved to see Alicia's moms car in the parking lot, they showed up!!!!! We were not allowed in the courthouse because of the fact that it could intimidate Alicia. They wanted no legal issues. We just needed to sign one document putting Cameron in our care and we were out of there....off to pick up our son! We waltzed up to the Clerk of Courts desk with HUGE smiles on our faces and told them who we were. I knew immediately something was wrong. The lady behind the desk said we should hurry out to catch everyone else. The proceedings had been post-poned because of the birth father. My heart sank. I sat down on the bench and cried and cried. John ran down the hallway to try to find Alicia. After trying to compose myself I got up and tried to find the front door of the courthouse where I assumed everyone was. As I walked out the door I saw Alicia and as we looked at each, we both began to cry and all I could do was hug her. Her regular social worker from the adoption agency wasn't there but rather a fill-in. I almost felt sorry for this young lady who was just there as a formality! You could tell she had no idea what to do with all of us crying and up in arms. Apparently what had happened was Dan (birth dad) was served with the papers and his mom found them. Not knowing what they were she put him in the car and drove him to court that morning. The judge could not proceed with the case being birth dad had shown up and didn't have proper time to be informed of the adoption. The hearing was post-poned. After we were told this John and I looked around the parking lot just to catch of glimpse of him (as we had no clue what he looked like), but he was gone. Alicia and her family left that day in tears....we left in tears. We went back to Henry and Lenore's to see Cameron. After all we had his car seat, his diaper bag, formula, everything we needed to bring him home, except him.
At his point Cameron was 4 weeks old and Dan had never even seen him. Not in person, not a photo. He knew Alicia had him but he had shown no interest. He was 18 yrs old.
The next couple weeks were spent figuring out what was going on. Was birth dad going to go along with the adoption or he did he want Cameron? If he had refused the adoption, Alicia would have been forced to parent. If she didn't take the baby, he would go into county foster care with no hope of being adopted. Finally after we arranged a meeting at Henry and Lenore's and had spent a day with him and his mother. This was the first time we met him. I was so nervous. It went really well. We took some photos together and I truly believe they saw how much we loved him. Cameron would cry when they held him and immediately they would pass him to me. Once he hit my arms, he quit. We had figured out quickly that this situation was one that came about purely because they did not know what was happening. There was a little power struggle between birth mom and birth dad. Finally a week later birth dad signed the consent of adoption papers and termination of parental right documents at his house (birth dads do not have to attend court).
Next court date was Friday, June 13th! Here we were back on our way to Oshkosh. Cameron was 7 1/2 wks old. We were half way there and we got a phone call from Alicia's social worker. Alicia had run away from home and couldn't be found. I didn't think I could do this again. We had car seat, diaper bad, everything we needed only to come home empty handed yet again. I was exhausted emotionally. My husband was furious. The social worker told us to keep coming so we did. We arrived at the courthouse and no Alicia. The social worker took us in the courtroom to the judge. I think the he felt really sorry for us by this point! The social worker then proceeded to tell us that Alicia had come home to go to court but didn't have a ride. Her mom was mad at her and despite being told not to leave, she did. She went to file a police report! I could have screamed, in fact I think I did! John was adament that we were not leaving without our baby! We right then and there signed a high risk placement. It meant our agency was releasing Cameron to our care, but he was not legally ours until Alicia presented herself in court and her rights were terminated. I didn't know if I could do this. Could I take home this baby I loved so much with the risk of having to give him back if something happened? I took a leap of faith and signed the papers. We left to go get him, which was about a 40 minute drive. Henry and Lenore were waiting with open arms. We sat with them and they made us feel so much better. The helped reassure us that Alicia hadn't changed her mind. Cameron was ours, we just needed to get through this. We left no long thereafter with our baby in tow! I can still remember the feeling of leaving with him. I was so happy, yet so scared!
We got a call on our way home that the judge was coming in from his vacation just 1 week later, Friday June 20th. The week spent with Cameron before that court date was so scary. I just kept thinking over and over, what if I have to give him back!? I was making myself sick!
Friday, June 20th came and the social worker actually went and picked Alicia up and drove her to court! Since we had Cameron and signed the placement papers for liability we were not required to drive back to Oshkosh but rather we had to go to our agency's office in La Crosse. Right after termination takes place there was a document that needed to be signed. We were enroute to La Crosse and we watched the clock...knowing court was taking place. We were almost there when our cell rang. I answered it. Hi Karla, this is Tammy Alicia's social worker, someone wants to talk to you. I took a deap breathe. Hi Karla, this is Alicia. It's all over we are done. I didn't think I had tears left to cry. I can't even remember what I said to her. I just remember turning around in the truck and peering over the car seat at him. I officially was his mother.
We invited Alicia for Cameron's baptism in Sept, to which she came. That was the last time she actually saw him. We talked on the phone for the 1st year or so, then she stopped calling. We communicated then via email and have sent pictures every year around his birthday. She has clearly told me she has no regrets. We are her angels...imagine that....I thought she was mine! I know she wishes things could have been different. That maybe she would have been older when she got pregnant, done with school, more financially stable, had family support....but that wasn't the case. She knew in her heart she couldn't do it and she wanted more her child. I commend her for that. I will never know what it felt like for her. She is the bravest young woman I know.
I feel nothing but pride when I think of Alicia. The courage it took to follow through with a plan that she knew was in the best interest of her baby no matter how painful it was. I try to put myself in that postion and I know I could never have done it. Yet I have never known a life like she has. No one to really care for her, no real love or parental support.
This is the first year Cameron's birthday passed and we didn't hear from her. I tried to email her yesterday but it came back undeliverable. I have no idea where she is living as she moves around now. I can only hope that she is ok. Regardless of where she is or what she is doing, I know yesterday she was thinking of us, and we were thinking of her.