Even with Tom doing the best he can, from afar, we’ve had to intervene from time to time. She had a baby last year whom she left overnight. We took her in, made the mad dash to the store to grab formula, blankets, gentle shampoo. The baby was starving and filthy, it was heartbreaking. We had no idea who the father was, and mom was nowhere to be found. Fearing she’d finally done something really stupid and died, we put a call in. The system here, as it is everywhere, is so clogged. Because we were taking care of baby girl and we’ve had such a connected relationship with the caseworkers in the area, they asked us to keep her until a foster home opened up. We only had her for a couple of weeks, weeks that were so precious but also so hard.
When the lady finally showed back up, she asked no questions about where her baby was. She just immediately returned to her self-destructive and partying ways.
She gave birth (AGAIN! I swear this lady is a FACTORY) early Saturday morning. While we were filled with a sense of doom (these poor, poor babies) it was also really lovely to see so many family and friends show up in support of them. Even Tom came into town. It truly felt like a joyous occasion, even if we knew what ugly lay beneath this pretty surface.
Her ex Tim had been hanging around (She’s not too interested in guys with complex names, apparently) and so we speculated he might be the father. This was all but confirmed when he brought his mom over on Saturday to join the celebration. I won’t lie, it was really nice to see his mom. She’s a great mom and I wish she could have intervened, but everything unraveled so quickly…
Rainy Day in May... 