She Took The Baby

Last Monday, someone knocked on our door. It was a small knock, like the one the Gardner uses when he is going to tell us he is trimming near the door, to not worry. He says that, “I trim close to door, not worry.” So, my Mr. Zelda opens the door and it’s my daughter and my heart was so happy to see her but my brain went on alert. I should have ordered her away, I should have took the baby and hid in my room; instead, I watched as she came down the hall way, not speaking, not smiling, just looking for her son.
He was sitting in his little chair eating and she sat next to him and he was shy, not sure about her, but he did say, Mommy.”
After he ate, I told her we had to leave, but she wanted to give him a bath and so we said okay and Mr. Zelda went upstairs to get the medicine for his bath water and run the water and she was standing with the baby at the bottom of the stairs and in a second, she ran out the door and drove off. Mr. Zelda almost caught her, she almost ran over him, and the baby was in the front seat, no seat belt, not car seat, and he was calling out for granddad and almost in the floor board. WE haven’t seen him since. Everyone is looking, I go every day and every night and drive around hoping she will show up at one of her friend’s homes or at her own house or that I will see her at a casino or bar or someplace where I know she frequents. Our lawyer has the judge putting out some kind of special contempt of court ruling and her lawyer said he has talked to her, but she is not answering her cell, not even for her probation officer. I know she loves the baby, I know she won’t intentionally harm him. I even know that if she is going to fall asleep, she will attempt to block off an area to keep him as safe as she can, but he will be alone with her sleeping. She didn’t take his medicine, she didn’t take any clothes, he was in a diaper, that’s all, he is fair, very fair and requires sun block and likes to have his feet rubbed when he falls asleep and needs to have hugs every morning and wants eggs, hard cooked eggs, and she doesn’t know all of this. I know this could be worse, there are women and men and nanas and granddads every minute suffering over missing children taken by strangers; I’m lucky, she loves him. But, I am so sad, my heart is so broken, and a part of me is gone. It would be nice if she was going to give up drugs, but this is all over the judge ordering her to have a hair follicle test before she could have unsupervised visitation, a test she can’t fake. Hopefully we will have him back soon, like tomorrow. Our next option is to put out a reward for any information that leads to bringing him back to us; but our attorney is not recommending that because he said it might scare her out of state and once she is out of state it is much more difficult to enforce child custody orders. I’m drinking coffee and getting ready to go out again, hoping to see her. I understand that he is her son and she had to miss him and wanted to see him, I so can understand that and would probably have done the same; what I don’t understand is why not just give up the drugs and get him back legally?